"There is a God," Jake said, his eyes looking her up and down while she blushed.
"Now its your turn," she whispered.
He pulled the string on his trunks, untying the knot, and then pushed them down. His penis was about three quarters erect and rapidly working towards full-blown diamond cutter status. Her eyes dropped to it and she smiled. She turned and stepped into the shower, putting her body beneath the spray. He stepped in behind her and closed the door.
The water was hot and stinging, almost hot enough to burn. He put his arms around her and pulled her against him, kissing her hotly on the lips, feeling her breasts against his chest, feeling his hard-on pushing into her stomach, feeling her sexy legs touching his. She slid her tongue into his mouth, returning the kiss with passion, her own hands dropping to touch his ass, her fingernails scratching over it. She only held the kiss for a few moments however, before she pushed him away.
"Let's get clean," she said, grabbing a large sponge from a shelf and a bar of soap that smelled like fresh watermelon. She handed them to him. "Would you do the honors?"
"By all means," he said.
He soaped up the sponge and ran it over her body, soaping her thoroughly and completely, washing between her breasts, atop her breasts, and feeling her hard, slippery nipples gliding across his forearm. He soaped her smooth stomach, dipping all the way down to the top of her pubic hair, watching as rivulets of soap ran down through her bush and onto her thighs. She held her arms up and he washed her armpits. She then turned around so he could do her back. He kissed the back of her neck as he soaped her back. She pulled her hair out of the way so he could have better access. She hummed contentedly as his tongue licked at her, as his teeth nipped at her, as his erection nestled into the top of her butt.
She turned around in his arms, her body now flushed, her breath a little ragged. "The top half is clean," she told him.
"Yeah," he said. "Guess I should do the bottom half now."
She smiled and he sank to his knees before her.
He started at the bottom here, doing her left leg and then her right, moving from the toes all the way up to the hips. She then spread her legs a little, opening her stance and giving him access to her womanhood. Her lips were swollen and bright red, as appetizing a set as he'd ever seen. He put the soapy sponge between her legs and rubbed it across, cleaning her here, watching as the spray from the shower rinsed her clean. He then dropped the sponge to the ground and put his hands on her firm ass. He pulled her forward and put his mouth directly on her vaginal lips.
"Oh... God," she moaned as he began to lick up and down. "Yes. Eat me. Eat me."
She put her right leg up on the side of the shower, opening herself up for his ministrations. He took full advantage of the situation, plunging his tongue inside of her, rubbing his face back and forth, pushing his nose into her swollen clitoris.
Her hand dropped down to the back of his head, pulling him more firmly into his target. Her legs grew wobbly, seeming like they were going to collapse before him. Somehow, she hung on, grunts and squeals and moans passing her lips as he licked and plunged with his tongue. When he took her clitoris between his lips and began to suck on it she shuddered all over.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" she squealed. "Eat that fucking clit!"
This was the first profanity he had ever heard come from her mouth. He had actually thought her incapable of uttering such words. So shocking was it that he stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she panted, pushing his head back between her legs. "Don't stop!"
"Sorry," he mumbled and went back to work. He began to work on her clit in earnest, lashing it with his tongue, moving his head back and forth, all the while maintaining a constant, ever-increasing suction. This action made short work of her. In less than a minute she was trembling all over. The trembles grew worse and her pelvis began to mash back and forth. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Oh my fucking God, yesssss! Fuck yes!"
She jerked him to his feet and attacked his mouth with hers, kissing him hotly, licking at his lips, sucking on them. Her hand dropped to his cock and began to jack it up and down, squeezing it all the while.
"That was fuckin' fab," she told him when she finally broke the kiss. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't know how to eat a pussy."
"Actually, no one ever has told me that," he said, with a certain amount of pride.
She laughed and kissed him again. "Now its my turn," she said. She bent over and picked up the sponge. "Let's get you nice and clean now."
She soaped up the sponge and then rubbed it softly, sensuously over his chest and arms. When he was well lathered she stepped forward, pushing her body against his, grinding her breasts into his chest, rubbing them through the soap, tracing arcs with her nipples. He groaned in pleasure. She brought the soapy sponge to his back and began to wash there, all the while continuing to press and rub her soft flesh against his.
When she was satisfied that the upper portion of his body was clean — which took a considerable amount of time — she slowly dropped to her knees before him. With a soft smile she washed his legs one by one and then reached around to get his ass. She put a fresh application of soap on the sponge and then went after the main target. She soaped his testicles and then the shaft of his cock.
"You like that?" she asked as her slippery hand jacked up and down upon him.
"Uh huh," he agreed.
She dropped the sponge and turned him a little, so the water ran over his groin and washed all the soap away.
"There," she said. "Nice and clean now. Let's see if it passes the taste test."
She licked slowly up the shaft, swirled her tongue a few times around the head, and then licked down the other side. She sucked his balls into her mouth one by one, tonguing them a few times before releasing them. She then put her mouth back on his cock and slowly deep-throated him.
"Ohhhh," Jake moaned as he felt her bottom out. "Nice."
"Mmmm hmmm," she hummed as she pulled her mouth back off and softly sucked on the head.
She put her hands on his ass and squeezed while her mouth started to suck and release, suck and release, applying just the right amount of friction and suction to impart a delicious sensation. Jake began to suspect that this was not the first time she had performed this particular act. She began to speed up her actions, sucking a little harder, bobbing her head faster and faster, sucking further down with each stroke she made, developing a rhythm designed not just to pleasure but to bring him off.
"Your gonna make me come," Jake warned, just in case that was not her goal.
"Mmmm hmmm," she repeated, increasing her suction and her speed yet again.
Jake had learned a considerable amount about the art of sexuality over the years, including how to maintain tight control over his orgasm. Through practice he had learned to hold himself at bay almost indefinitely. But he also knew that when a woman was giving a blowjob, and expressed intent to perform said blowjob to completion, that was not the proper time to be holding one's self off. In fact, the faster you could let yourself go, the better. With Mindy, it didn't take very long. She already knew to keep up a constant, steady rhythm with lots of stimulation to the head. Jake employed no mental blocks to keep himself under control and he moved rapidly towards orgasm, his hips starting to thrust against her after less than two minutes.
And then he looked down at her. Her pretty, innocent face was looking directly up at him as she sucked, her eyes staring into his. This was the face of Mindy Snow — the Mindy Snow! It was not a woman who resembled her, it was actually her! This was the cute girl in the long hoop skirts he had watched grow up on that campy, family values show The Slow Lane, a show in which she had been known to use phrases such as "gee willikers" and "goodness gracious" and, occasionally, when she was really mad, "for Pete's sake!". A girl whose greatest dilemma with the opposite sex in five seasons was whether or not she should allow Dustin Jerkins, the boy she had a crush on, to hold her hand when they went to the movies. This was that girl, that image of innocence and small town America personified, and she was down on her knees in the shower stall, sucking his cock like a professional. It was that face looking up at him now, that innocent face with those chocolate brown eyes and she was... she was...