Archive-name: SpecMome/steamy.txt
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Archive-title: Steamy


     As I enter the room, I hear the spray of the shower.  Images of you
standing under the cascading waters create stirrings in my groin.  Smiling to
myself, I shake my head and begin to change into my gown.  Yet, the more I
try to ignore the sounds -- and the accompanying thoughts -- the more
pervasive they become.  Without warning I find myself debating in my mind --
my body wants to follow the sounds; my mind is saying stay.   
     I stand outside the bathroom door; I don't even recall crossing the room. 
My hand reaches for the knob.  Now there is a full-blown war between
subconscious desires and conscious caution.  Part of me wants so very much to
enter -- part of me is warning me to stay out.  What if you become angry at
the invasion of your privacy?  Whatever will you think of me?  But ... even as
I ponder these questions I find the door slowly swinging open.  My feet betray
me and I slip into the bathroom. 
     The clouds of steam give it an unreal feeling.  The moist heat surrounds
me.  I gaze at your outline through the opaque glass of the shower doors. 
Desire floods my body.  The trembling in my body is a combination of fear and
yearning.  Fear that you will be so very angry with me -- yearning for you
and the rapture that you can bring forth in me.
     You are still unaware of my presence.  I can still flee.  I decide to back
out of the room while I can -- and find myself sliding the shower door open. 
My legs feel like jello being rippled in a bowl -- I can no longer hide.  I see
the look of surprise on your face.  Searching your eyes for any hint of
displeasure, I stand just outside the shower.  The water now spraying my,
dampening my gown.  Madly I try to think of a logical explanation for my
presence -- then I see your slow smile that seems to convey total acceptance
of my presence.  Your body gleams from the water; I want to caress you so
very much.
     I feel your hands sliding my gown off my shoulders.  It slithers down my
body, dropping in a pile at my feet.  You reach out for me.  Your hand takes
mine.  Your hand, so strong neither draws me in nor pushes me away, as
though you are fully aware of my own doubts.  You telegraph to me that it is
O.K.  I feel you drawing me into the shower with you.  The trembling now
shaking my body.  I fear you will feel it too. "Ohhhh, Darling." 
     The water begins to cover me.  As you draw me even closer to you, I
feel the surges of emotion sweep through my body.  Every nerve is now alive
and signaling.  You lower your head -- your mouth covering  mine.  The kiss
is gentle yet provocative.  I'm glad for the shower spray; it conceals my tears. 
As you slide your arms around my shoulders to draw me even closer, my mind
finds sanctuary.  Your tongue now probing my lips reassures me that you are
not condemning my actions.  My own tongue slides out to entwine and dance
with yours.  Waves of desire flood my being.
      My breasts press against your wet chest.  The water lubricating our
bodies so that we glide together.  The swelling of your Staff presses between
my legs -- deftly signaling my senses that all is well!  The last of the fear
flees from my mind as your body reassures me that you are not rebuking my
advances. 
     Joy sweeps through me as the quivering within becomes a sensation of
infinite pleasure.  How I want to be one with you.  Your hands stroke away
the guilt and shame.  Your tongue now delving into my mouth imparts
reassurance that there shall be no punishment for this.  How I thrive at your
caress.  I capture in memory the feel of your hands as they slide along my
body.  How secure I feel as you draw me even closer to you. The tender
memories of the first hug I ever received from you, standing in a crowded
airport flood through me.  From those sensations set afire that morning, so
much passion has grown.  Never had I dreamt that you might share the passion
and desire.  Or that one day, like now, we would have the chance to allow the
fullness and share it with each other.
     My hips begin a gentle rotation ... pressing against yours.  I feel your
Stiffness sliding along my mound ... and teasingly I press against it more.  My
hands run down your back ... my fingers gently rubbing your spine --
searching for each area; massaging; rubbing.  I take the soap and begin to
thoroughly lather your body.  Working in small circles, I watch the white
bubbles cover your skin in a spume.  I nibble your neck as my hands labor.  I
feel your warm breath on my ear as you explore its surface with your tongue. 
     You find the other bar of soap and slowly begin to caress me with it. 
As your hands slide across my large breasts, I hear a moan emanate from deep
within you.  Your fingers toy with my distended nipples.  Waves of emotion
sweep through me.  I press my hips even closer to you, the rocking now one
of eager desires.  I want you!!! 
     Time stands loses all existence as we dance together under the warm mist
of the shower spray.  Each passing second increasing the desires until it would
seem that our bodies must explode.  I take the soap and work up even more
lather.  My hands slide between us as I cover your engorged ROD with the
smooth, slippery soap.  Satisfied that your throbbing member is fully covered
with the slickness of the soap, I seek your lips for a deep probing kiss, then
...
   Playfully I turn in your arms. Now standing with my back against your
chest ... I move my hips at an angle to allow your pulsating Member to slide
up and down the slick crevice.  With mock pretense that it is just the
closeness of the shower limiting movement, I begin to rock back and forth. 
Your hands grasping my breasts, firmly massaging the nipples, I feel the
rapture of physical delights that I had so fully believed were purely
imagination.   
     Thunk.  The soap falls from my hands.  I tilt my head back to kiss you. 
My tongue probing your mouth.  Finally drawing away, I bend forward to pick
up the soap ... a smile toying with my lips.  I enjoy the pretense of 'just
picking up the soap' as though I am not aware that your Staff is now pressed
against the tight opening.  I use my body to signal you that I want you to
penetrate me -- to press into that tight, quivering hole.  Trusting that you
will move slowly inwards until the muscles relent to the pressure of your
STAFF and accept the pleasures of stimulation being offered. I derive immense
pleasure from the twinge of discomfort at first being entered there.  The
muscles relent at your steady pressure and you slide in ... so very, very slowly. 
Your hands reaching from behind to caress my breasts, massaging them.  The
nipples pressed between your fingers send shocks through my body.  I press
backwards against you, wanting you fully within me.  I reach down, and begin
to caress myself ... igniting flames of sensations that flood my being as you
begin to pump.  Now, the muscles are responding to the pleasant stimulation
and also sending currents of ecstasy through my body.  Mewing cries of
Pleasure escape my lips, "Darling ... Dearest .... NOW!!!!!"  ... you allow the
passions to erupt and thrust in harder and faster --- plunging into me like a
wild stallion.  I feel the warmth as your fluids flood me.  Your moans of
release filling my ears and my orgasm climbs to unbefore known peaks.
     ... Later, as we dry each other with the large, warm towels, I marvel at
the feelings I have.  Such complete contentment and satisfaction.   Your hands
on my body now just create a very deep and secure feeling.  You draw me
closer.  Your eyes lock on mine.  You hold my gaze communicating to me your
acceptance of the pleasures we have just shared.  As though you have found
the magical keys hidden by the evil genie so long ago, you make me feel like
a woman.  I am encased now in a love that promises protection.  I can not
differentiate which is more envigorating to me ... the fullness of my physical
satisfaction or the freedom from shame or the feeling of being accepted. 
Whichever, I flourish in your presence.  I see the impish smile on your face. 
I return it with a grin.  Gee.  Looks like there is more to come! 

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