Josh imagined Jenny in the shower with him, on her knees, holding her tits up to wrap around his shaft, taking the place of his hand. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward, stroking faster. Within seconds, he was ready to blow, and let fly on the wall for the third day in a row. The berry fragrance filled the air as he painted the tiles with his berry spunk.
There was more than usual, as stream after stream arced from his tip. Each load felt huge as it jetted up his urethra. When his ejaculation slowed, he was left with his spunk oozing down his hand, coating his fingers. He shuddered. The best orgasm yet.
When he was done twitching on shaky legs, Josh stepped out of the stall to wash his hands at the sink. He didn’t want an actual shower but had to wash his hands after getting them drenched. He dressed and went to his room, forgetting once again to clean the shower.
***
Jean got home feeling tired, but looking forward to the evening. She’d gone out for some shopping after inviting both Mary and Linda over. On the way home, she’d picked up some hors d’oeuvres and wine.
Her friends weren’t coming over until 5:30, she had an hour to get ready. She tidied up a bit, got the food ready on a platter and covered it, and put it in the fridge. Preparations complete, she went to have a quick shower.
When she undressed in the bathroom, pushing her panties over her wide hips to float down her legs, Jean was aware of her nudity in a whole new way. Soft, sensitive skin. Tingling nipples. Unable to resist, she tweaked one, pulling it out. Stop it, she said silently. This is just a shower. No body wash, either, she warned herself. Just in and out.
Starting up the water, she untied her ponytail, letting her fine brown hair float around her shoulders, feeling it tickle her skin. A few seconds later she stepped under the flow and immediately her nose was full of the berry scent filling the stall. She looked at the wash bottle but it was closed. Where was the smell coming from? She looked around and spotted a sheen on the wall about belly high. Josh was wasting more of the wash! Putting her finger out, she picked up a dollop of the goo.
She’d told herself no to using the wash, but she didn’t want it to go to waste. Her nipples and labia reacted as she gave in to temptation, igniting into a warm fire. She had time before Mary and Linda arrived.
As she massaged and slid her hands over her body, she noticed the wash was drying up, becoming sticky on her skin and hands, so she gathered more from the tiles. The slipperiness and the spreading berry smell made Jean weak in the knees, waves of tingling heat spreading throughout her frame.
Something was different about getting the wash from the tiles, as her body keyed up in record time, and soon Jean was coming.
“Mmmmmyeahhhh,” she crooned, her hand frigging frantically at her puss. Juices streamed from her entrance, adding to the lubrication before dripping down her thighs. She’d take a break from the wash tomorrow, but today, she just needed it.
In one final act of lust, Jean scraped the last of the wash from the wall on one finger, before putting it up to her nose. She took a big sniff, the smell spiking her senses. The goo spread to her upper lip, and before she knew it, it had dripped into her open mouth. Expecting it to taste like soap, she went to spit it out but stopped at the reality. It was a combination of sweet and sour and was vaguely familiar.
Jean rolled the flavour on her tongue, trying to place it, but couldn’t. It had been a while since she’d tasted it, she was sure, but it was like no berry or soap she’d ever experienced. The taste seemed to enhance the smell, so she swallowed it.
Between her orgasm and the sweet treat, Jean was feeling a bit goofy; lightheaded under the hot water. She quickly washed with normal soap and stepped out to wrap a towel around her torso. Confident Josh wasn’t home, she stepped out of the bathroom and ran right into him. Again.
“Oh!” she cried, stepping back quickly. “Darn it, we need to stop meeting like this,” she said with a laugh, clutching her towel tightly to her chest. She tried to ignore the flash of pleasure she’d gotten at the feel of his solid mass pressed against her for a brief instant.