Cherry Chapstick

Chapter Twenty Two

I followed her into the shower and was pleased by the warm spray that ran over my body. It felt nice after an already long and productive morning. I let it drench my hair and leaning back, I let it wash over my face. It was pure ecstasy. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at Leslie and saw her watching me.

“The dual shower heads are nice aren’t they?” She smiled.

Nodding I slicked my hair back as the water still ran down.

“Have you ever been in a shower that’s had them before?”

“No and I wish I had. I’ve always had to stand on the cold side if I’ve ever been in one with another person.”

Her eyebrow raised up and there was a twinkle in her eyes.

“And has that been many people?” She teased.

For no reason at all, I felt shy. I was never one to talk about my s****l encounters with other people. I guess I always felt it was more respectful to not kiss and tell.

“Not that many” I admitted finally.

“I would’ve thought there would be women banging your door down.” She said closing her eyes and letting the water run over her face.

“Why?”

“Because you’re such a wonderful lover.” She said simply.

Oh. Though I enjoyed being complimented on my s****l experience, that wasn’t all I wanted to be known for. I was more than just a s*x toy. Given that we were having an affair though, I guess it really didn’t matter. It wasn’t like we were going to have a real relationship and end up together.

“Thanks I guess.”

Opening her eyes she studied me.

“Want me to wash you?” She asked while picking up a scrubby.

Did I? It took about three seconds before I answered.

“Only if I can wash you when you’re done with me.” I flirted.

She smiled coyly and nodded.

“I would expect no less.”

I watched as she popped open a top of body wash, the scent of cherry blossoms and vanilla filling the shower as she squeezed a generous amount onto the scrubby. Sitting it back down she rubbed it in until it was nice and foamy.

“Now just relax, she told me as she turned me around. She started with my back, slowly but sensually. I felt her press her t**s against me with each stroke. Leaning my head to the side, she rubbed it against the side of my neck and down my arms and then followed suit with the other side.

Grabbing me by my hips, she turned me back around to face her.

“How does it feel?”

“Wonderful.” I answered honestly.

“Good.”

Starting with my neck, she made her way down, paying special attention to my n*****s. She rubbed it in circles and then letting the water wash away the bubbles, she leaned down and put her mouth on one. A moan escaped my lips as her tongue circled first one, and then the other.

Satisfied that she was turning me on, she moved down to my legs. She pulled one up onto the side of the shower and washed it before returning it and doing the other one. Finishing with that one, she placed it between my legs and began rubbing slowly. She made her way around me and then washed my ass. Hearing something soft hit the shower floor, I looked down and saw the scrubby lying there with the bubbles washing away from my body. Before I had time to say anything, I felt her hands parting my asscheeks and her tongue going between them.