The shower pulses on my head. The door opens. I pretend I don’t know you’re there until you reach between my legs to tease my nuts. A soapy hand throttles my cock. You crush your breasts against my back and start to stroke me. I put both hands and my face against the wall, and let myself enjoy it.
Your fingers move up and down my shaft, caressing me like your violin.
“Oh, fuck, lover ....”
Hot jets of jism, discernible from the soapsuds only by their velocity, splatter against the wall.
“Another wet dream?”
“Mmm,” you purr. “How’d you guess?”
