She spent most of the sunny, bright morning trimming the roses, checking the irrigation system, pulling weeds, and mowing the tiny front lawn. By lunchtime, she was sweaty, thirsty and sticky. Thinking about the explicit email Sir had sent her earlier had made her rather…wet, too, and she was looking forward to killing two birds with one stone. She quickly stripped and stepped into her shower. The rush of water felt so good against her hot skin, and she luxuriated in the spray, soaping her luscious skin with her favorite mango shower gel. His words were still running through her mind, and very soon her slick hands were stroking her ample breasts, teasing her dark nipples, making her shaved pussy tingle. She let one hand roam down there, stroking her clit gently, thinking about his mouth there, how it drove her crazy. And that made her think about…
She re-soaped her bum and then gently teased her anus, the other hand easing her waterproof butterfly vibe into her greedy cunt. She turned it on and groaned as the butterfly teased her clit, the shaft vibrated against her g-spot. She was leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, lost in her fantasy, her finger slipping inside her ass slowly, so close, so close—when a hand grabbed her wrist away from her cunt. Stunned she looked up to see Sir smirking at her. What a lovely sight she was, her dark skin a contrast to the white tiles. And what a bad girl she was, playing in the shower without inviting Sir, playing without his permission.
“Sir! I didn’t—”
He didn’t say a word as he stripped and entered the shower next to her. He flattened her against the wall, kissing her hard, his hand around her neck, his tongue slipping between her lips, demanding. She was worried about his reaction but her body yearned for him, pushing against him, slick with soap and need. And she moaned as she felt his hardness against her waist, his teeth biting her neck.