Finale

I hear the curtain slide along the rod.  Once you're in, it slides back.

Your breath is hot.  You kiss me, sucking softly on the back of my neck even as I lather up my hair.  The shampoo forms a thick foam beneath my fingers as I dig down to my scalp.  

"Let me help you with that."  You move close to me, your breasts pressing against my back.  You put your hands over my own, twenty digits moving in concert through my hair.  When my hair is flocked with soft, bubbly lather, you turn me around and we kiss.

I can taste your hunger, your urgency.  Your mouth presses against mine, our lips melding as though we are of the same flesh.  Our tongues swim back and forth from one mouth to the other as the hot spray cascades over us.  The water agitates the shampoo in my hair, washing it over my shoulders and down my chest.  You gently push me back into the water, rinsing me clean.

Now it's my turn.  I pick up the bottle of body wash and squeeze some of the blue liquid onto my hands.  I return the bottle to the edge of the tub and soap up your full-round breasts.  My touch stiffens your nipples, leaving them flecked with lather.  From there, my hands travel over your stomach, seeking warmth between your thighs.

You open to my touch.  I kiss your neck softly as my fingers find your engorged bud.  You moan with delight as I trace circles around it, feeling it throb eagerly.  You sway your hips, your legs undulating around my hand.  I return my other hand to your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple as the first waves of your orgasm overcome you.  As I tug, you writhe against the heel of my hand, bracing yourself against me for a very intense climax.

When your moans subside, you drop slowly to your knees.  Your fingers  stroke my chest even as you take my hardness deep into your mouth.  While you focus on me, I shampoo your hair.  I know how much excitement you get from feeling my fingers - or anyone's - moving along your scalp, and I imagine that you are pleasuring yourself.

I continue to work my soapy hands through your hair, knowing it turns you on.  I picture your fingers parting your pretty lips just as my own did earlier.  I picture you slipping two and then three fingers inside, while rubbing your needy clit with an able thumb.  Between the thoughts in my head, and your lips wrapped around my cock, the stimulation is too much.  I take your hair in my fist, gripping tightly, and pull your mouth further onto me as I ejaculate.  The sounds of my pleasure echo off the cold tile walls.

You stand up, swallowing heartily, and step under the spray to rinse the soap and shampoo from your body.  We kiss, and then we wrap ourselves in towels and dry off.

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This marks the final installment of the Wanton Wednesday meme.  We have enjoyed participating over the past few months, as the relatively unstructured format of Wanton Wednesday inspired us to blog a bit more than we might have otherwise.  Thanks to Dangerous Lilly for hosting Wanton Wednesday, and through it, for introducing us to a plethora of exciting bloggers.

It is our intention to continue to post something vaguely erotic every Wednesday in addition to our weekly Retro HNT picture.  But now it'll be without the Wanton Wednesday label.  We will likely continue these posts as part of Rebel's Wicked Wednesday meme.

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