“I’ve got you, beautiful.”
I continued to stroke her pussy until I knew she was eager and ready for me. A grumble echoed in the room as I pulled my hand free to remove her panties, tossing them in the same direction as her pants.
“Want to play?” I asked her, leaning over her body to whisper in her ear. I hovered over her body, my hand casually gripping her hip as I waited for her answer. Her cheeks were flushed against her tan skin. I wanted to remember her that way. She looked so full of life.
“Yes.”
I knew she expected me to pull out a slew of toys for pleasuring because her high-pitched squeal as I lifted her over my shoulder said it all. I deposited her on the wooden bench in the wet room and told her to sit still.
Moving to the wall, I turned the knob for the shower across from us. Steam immediately engulfed the room as the hot water sprayed down. With my back to her, I pulled out of the second shower head and turned in her direction. Addison’s eyes lit up in surprise and desire.
“Have you ever played with one of these before?” I asked her as I adjusted the spray until I found the stream I wanted. I was curious about what kind of self-play Addison had done in the past.
“Nn. . .no.”
As I approached her with the shower head, I watched her chest move up and down in harsh movements. I wanted to let the anticipation grow within her.
“Have you ever done water play?”
I passed my hand across the stream, happy with the pressure. I didn’t want to leave her sensitive and delicate skin bruised.
“Um. . .a bathtub jet, but it was by accident.”
“Was it?” I said curiously as I pointed the stream toward her inner leg. She flinched but quickly composed herself.
“Yes.”
Moving the stream up her leg I said, “I don’t think it was. I think you were curious and wanted to pleasure yourself because your fingers weren’t getting the job done. Am I right?”
Her skin was flushed from the steam, but it deepened in color as she nodded.
“Good girl.”
Kneeling on the tile floor, I settled between her legs and used my shoulders to push her legs apart while she sat on the stool. Her bare pussy was front and center, beckoning me closer. But before I could put my mouth on her again, I had plans.
Slowly I drew the stream closer to her center. Addison clenched her legs on either side of me, trying to close them. Glancing up at her, I could see the hint of fear in her eyes.
“Trust me?” I stroked my finger along her wetness and brought the finger to my lips. I needed just a taste, just enough to hold me over until I could take in the feast.
“Yes. Always.” She murmured, her body relaxing under my touch.
“Lean back against the wall.”
Addison followed my demand, exposing more of her pussy to my eyes.
Show time.
Slowly I crept the stream closer and closer until the spray was an inch away from her lips. With one small adjustment, I lowered the pressure of the water so it was a combination of steady droplets and a light sprinkle.
I brought the shower head just above her mound, aligning the spray with her pussy, my focus on her clit just peeking out ready to play.
“Holy shit,” she exclaimed as she reached out and gripped my arm holding the sprayer.
“Move it where you want it, Addison. Show me how you want it. Tell me how you want it.”
My name came out as a strangled cry as the heavy droplets poured directly onto her clit. Her head thumped against the tile wall as she jerked her hips. Those gorgeous lips of her parted.
“More,” she groaned, her hand on my wrist tightening its hold.