For many reasons, I haven't written an erotic story in a long, long while.  This one was an idea of mine from last year, but I barely got a third of it finished once I started.  I think I'm back in the game now. ;)

I hope you enjoy.  As always, feedback of any kind is appreciated.
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You rolled over and nestled your naked body against mine, the movement pulling me from my deep slumber.  I stretched a little and drew you closer to me as I turned my head to glance at the bedside clock in a sleepy haze.  Immediately, I bolted up, startling you awake as the expletive, "Shit!" flew from my mouth.

"What the..." you mumbled as my swift movements left you fumbling.

"I'm late," I exclaimed, more colorful expletives shooting past my lips.

In the middle of a yawn, you replied "So?  You're the boss, you can be late... come back here."  You reached for my elbow, trying to pull me down again.

"Ahh, I can't... I have that huge district meeting today, remember?  I need to take the fastest shower I've ever taken in my life!"

I rushed through the bathroom door on the other side of the room.  Turning on the shower, I quickly brushed my teeth and waited for the water to heat up.  Nearly leaping behind the curtain, I planted myself under the hot stream.  The heat seeped into my shoulders and down my backside, relaxing muscles tightened both by stress and the late night "exercise" session you and I had.  I took several moments to gather my thoughts and focus on work.  I could hear you enter the bathroom, turning on the sink's faucet to brush your own teeth, but I hardly paid attention as I shampooed my hair and went over the reports and numbers I had compiled over the last few days.

As I rinsed my head, I heard the chink-chink of the curtain hooks on the rod, indicating its opening.  You stepped in, pulling the curtain closed again and planting yourself just a short distance away from me.  Smiling, you appeared as though you thought nothing of hindering the quick progress I needed to make, so I pointed this out to you:

"Umm, sweetie," I began, my voice tinged with a slight agitation, "I need to hurry here and I can't do that sharing the shower with you."

"We both have jobs, which means I'm running late, too. It makes sense to shower together, doesn't it?"  Your no nonsense expression belied the playfulness dancing in your eyes.

"Not when I'm running THIS late, honey."  My impatience was beginning to show despite the enticement of your nude figure just inches from my grasp.  Work, work, work was all I forced myself to think about.

Unphased, you just shrugged and grabbed the loofah sponge, reaching over my shoulder to wet it, which brought your dry skin closer to my wet skin.  My nipples hardened as they brushed against the upper portions of your breasts.  If you noticed, you gave no indication as your right arm reached for the bottle of body wash and said, "Then we'll be extra efficient, I promise."

The puckering of my nipples from your inadvertant contact wasn't easy for me to ignore, but my persistent work thoughts pushed their way back to the forefront of my mind.  You poured a liberal amount of soap onto the sponge and massaged it to work up a good lather, then you began washing me. 

I tried to grab it from you, expressing that I could wash myself faster, but you tutted me and swatted my hands away with your free one.  "I'm trying to help you here, just let me do my thing" you said, as you scrubbed over my shoulders and collar bone.  The suds gave way to gravity and formed various trails over my chest, down my belly and along my legs, finally disappearing into the drain.

With a quick motion, you wrapped your arms around my neck and pressed against me, rotating us in a full circle to land yourself under the shower spray.  The soap made the water even more lubricating and caused our breasts, stomachs and thighs to smoothly glide over one another.  Breath catching in my lungs, a silent "dammit" falling from my mouth, my hands went instinctively to your hips and pulled you closer, fingertips digging in just a little.  Amazing how distracting a naked woman against me can be, I thought.

Grinning, you chided me, "No no... we need to be quick, remember?"  Contradicting your words, though, you took the opportunity to wriggle your hips against mine. 

"Yes, you're right, but it'd be nice if you wouldn't tease me," I groaned, glaring at you.

Your grin remained as you tilted your head back to soak your hair, which lengthened the cords of your neck.  I watched, entranced, as the dark strands became even darker, as water trickled over your throat and steadily down your cleavage.  Images of my tongue slipping into the crevasse as your hands flew to each side of my head raced through my brain, doing a fantastic job of distracting me even further.

I told myself I should get out of the shower.  I was after all, sufficiently clean thanks to your assistance.  But of course, I didn't move.  I just stood there, still enchanted by you and your simple motions... almost as if this was the first time I was seeing you naked.  Dammit all to hell! I thought.  I couldn't help but to notice the ache now coursing through me, my fingertips tingling with the desire to touch you.  I clenched my fists, though, fighting the urge to reach up and cup your breasts.

You turned around to rinse the suds from the loofah, granting me full view of your curvy backside.  As the steam clouded around us, I observed as the water streamed down the toned muscles of your naturally tanned, smooth skin.  My mind shifted seamlessly with your movements, picturing aligning my body against yours, my arm snaking around and burying my hand in the valley between your legs, fingers traveling nonstop to their destination...

So caught up was I in this little fantasy of mine, that I couldn't jerk myself from it before you turned around and caught my gaze.  My expression had to look insanely idiotic to you.  My mouth was agape and I'm sure I resembled a 16 year old boy oggling the likes of Angelina Jolie on his doorstep, crippled by the sight, tortured and unsure of what to do.

I expected you to laugh at me.  Instead, you kept a hold of my gaze, smirked that to-die-for smirk of yours... and dropped the sponge.

I pressed my mouth closed and swallowed, looking down at the loofah that had landed between our feet, then back up at you.  Your expression was alluring and full of challenge, immediately telling me you let the loofah fall from your hands intentionally. 

I've never been one to back down from a challenge like this...

"So much for being on time," I rasped, suddenly realizing I didn't care.

Kneeling before you, I reached for the loofah and held it under the water falling behind you to rinse out the suds.  I then hooked my right hand behind your left knee and propped your foot on the edge of the tub.  Raising the dripping sponge, I pressed it against your lower belly, just above the neatly trimmed curls, squeezing the hot water over the mound of your pussy.  You let loose a soft moan that intermingled with the spray cascading and bouncing all around us as the water tickled over your labia and clit.

Abandoning the sponge, I returned my hand to between your legs.  Ever so slowly, I cupped you and slid my fingers just outside the entrance to your core, the tips slipping through the ample wetness already forming.  The image of immediately plunging my fingers inside danced through my head, but instead, I shifted my hand so I could glide my thumb directly against the nub of your clit, quickly swelling from the blood rushing to fill it.  Side to side I stroked, alternating the pressure from light to firm, knowing how crazy this drove you.  I looked up, searching to meet your eyes... but they were closed, your teeth biting hard at your lower lip, trapping the moans in your throat, focused on the pleasure radiating through your body from this one small point.  With each movement, I watched as your body literally trembled from its center and out to your limbs - your left hand flattened against the wall in an attempt to better brace yourself.

Your eyes opened and met mine, intense and full of a shooting electricity that covered my skin in goosebumps, in spite of the hot water and steam of the shower.

Keeping hold of my gaze, the hand on the wall came down and rested momentarily on the thigh propped on the edge of the tub before raking your fingers through my wet hair, clenching its shortness tightly in your hand, pulling my face to you and commanding, "Fuck me with your mouth.  Now."

I was actually caught off guard by this quick movement of yours as you tugged roughly at my hair to bring my face and mouth into direct contact with the lips of your pussy, essentially crashing against you.  But I recovered just as quickly as I was thrown off balance.  My hands swung up to grasp your hips as I captured the plump kernel of your clit between the edge of my teeth, eagerly slurping it into my mouth.  I reveled in the cry that escaped from you and reverberated over the walls as I dug my fingers into your wet skin and swirled my tongue around and around. 

Proceeding downward, I darted my tongue into your now sopping wet slit, coating my taste buds with the salty-sweet essence of you. I rotated between plunging as deep as I could to sliding back to your clit and flicking directly over it.  I lapped fervently, almost as though I was parched, thirsty beyond belief.  You tasted so... damn... good.

Your legs were quivering so much, I was convinced you might lose your balance, so I inched closer to wrap my arms more tightly around your hips.  The water was becoming noticeably less hot, but you didn't seem concerned.  Your right hand was on my head, in my hair, ensuring my mouth and tongue not lose contact from this important spot.  Without ceasing my persistent flicking movements over your clit, I peeked up at you... your head was tossed back, the hand on the wall clenching and re-clenching into a fist, my name flew from your mouth, tangled up in your pleasure filled moans.  The edge was fast approaching.

Instead of pushing you there, though, I stopped.  Pulling back and tilting my head to watch as your head swung down and your eyes shot open.  They were darker, the pupils expanded, your breathing heavy, and as I leisurely and deliberately licked my lips, you shot me a look so close to hatred, I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Oh, no no no...," you ordered.  "You CANNOT stop now."

I gave you my own to-die-for smirk in response, studying you momentarily.  I knew that you knew I wasn't going to leave you hanging, that I only wanted to tease you, to be sure you focused on your pulsating clit for a minute.  But this didn't stop you from scowling at me impatiently - almost as if you were trying to wordlessly will my mouth back to your pussy, to finish the job NOW.

The water becoming more and more cool, I leaned in once more, elongating the tip of my tongue to continue sweeping over, flicking at, bumping against and dancing around your clit.  Faster and faster I went and your body picked up right where it left off... hand back to my head, hips pushing into my mouth, grinding yourself against me.  Your moans were music to my ears, making me moan, too. The shaking in your legs steadily began spreading through the rest of you.  Your moans became louder, shifting into cries, some with my name over and over again, echoing off the walls.

Several more strokes and I could feel you begin to stiffen, the ecstacy flowing through you evident.  Just as you were about to cum, I very quickly thrust two fingers into you, intensifying your orgasm as I pushed deep, persistently rubbing my fingertips against the ridges inside.  You bucked into me so hard that my mouth was forced away from you.  I stayed inside you, though, once again watching you as the walls of your pussy pulsed and tightened around me, waves of bliss traveling through you.  At that moment, I couldn't think of anything that felt more amazing...

Extracting myself from you, I carefully worked my way to a standing position and pressed myself against you.  Your eyes still closed, you nestled into my neck and promptly sank your teeth into the muscle of my shoulder.  I gasped. 

"I so badly wanted to bite you as you were making me cum, but I couldn't given your location.  Consider it my way of saying, 'Good job!'" you explained.

I threw my head back, laughing heartily.  "Well, thank you very much," I said, turned off the water, opened the shower curtain and reached for your towel.

"What are you going to do about work?"

I smirked yet again and winked at you.  "Oh, I'll work my magic somehow.  I'm pretty good at it."