The bathroom door was unlocked. My heart was pitter-pattering in my chest as I entered the steam-clouded bathroom. His shower door was clear glass, fogged by steam but still translucent enough to show me his body, thick and heavily muscled. His manhood was limp and pointing down; from what I could see, it would be enormously thick. I wanted a better, closer look. I wanted to touch, to taste. Desire was pooling in my belly, and it wasn't only for release, for relief from the sexual frustration raging through me, but for Jeff, for the man I'd worked with for so long, knew so well, but didn't know at all, in some ways.
He heard the door creak open. "Damn it, Anna. I'm in the shower."
"I like the way you say that. So irritated, but still affectionate. 'Damn it, Anna.' "
"What are you doing in here? I'll be done soon."
He wasn't turning away, but wasn't moving to open the door either. I crossed the tiny bathroom in one step, slid the stall door open. He was beautiful, in his own way. His body wasn't sculpted, but it was still hugely muscled, his arms as thick as my thighs, his stomach not flat, but slightly rounded and hard as a boulder. His legs were massive, thighs like ancient oak trees.
His cock twitched at the sight of me. His thick, short brown hair was pasted to his head as water sluiced onto his shoulders and poured down his body. I stood and let him look, taking in the view of his body, my tongue running over my lower lip in appreciation for his physique.
"I'm sober. You don't need to be a gentleman this time."
"Why?" He was still fighting the urge to stare.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes. It does to me."
My legs were being spattered by the shower. I waited for him to move, thinking about his question. Why now?
"I guess I just realized what I wanted. I don't know." His eyes were raking my body now, lingering on my breasts; I stepped closer, nearly in the shower now. "That's the best answer I can give you right now. I don't know."
"What do you want, then?" He hadn't moved toward me, but he looked like he was on the verge of it.
"You," the word came out of me in a whisper.
"Me." He shuffled forward a half-step, his hand lifting for me. "You're sure? This is a line we can't uncross."
I just nodded and took a deep breath, swelling my breasts in my bra. Jeff was semi-rigid now, pointing straight forward. I let myself look, let him see me looking. He rested one hand on my waist at first, a hesitant questing touch. I moved closer, and his body blocked the spray of water. He was hardening with every passing moment. I kept my hands at my sides.
Both of his hands were on the concave curve of my waist now and sliding up, rivulets of hot water dripping down my sides. Up farther, then, closer to my breasts. He met my eyes, still hesitating.
"I'm not going to change my mind." I unclasped my bra and set it aside. "Touch me."
He was fully erect now, and I couldn't help comparing him to Chase, just for a moment. He wasn't as long as Chase, but he was thicker, and perfectly straight, whereas Chase had been slightly curved.
I wanted to take him in my hands, but I kept still, waiting for Jeff's hands to finish their upward journey and heft my breasts in his large hands.
"Don't play me, Anna." His voice was low and husky, his hands stopped on my ribcage.
"Oh for god's sake." I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his.
He was startled, frozen for a moment, then he softened into the kiss and dipped his tongue past my teeth. His kiss was gentle, achingly tender for such a hard, gruff man. His calloused palms caught the undersides of my tits and cupped them. His murmur of pleasure buzzed against my sternum. I put my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his back to curl around his hard round ass. At my touch to his backside, Jeff pressed into me, crushing his erect shaft between us.
I stepped back, pushed Jeff into the shower and stripped off my thong before joining him in the shower. Now I touched his cock for the first time, wrapping one hand around him, slicking a thumb across his bulbous, leaking tip.
Oh my sweet lord,I thought, clutching his cock with greedy hunger,he's huge. SO thick.He would fill me, and then some.
He rumbled again, one corner of his mouth tipping up in a smile, his eyes half-closed. My hair was still in a pony tail, and I tugged it free, letting the stream of scalding water wet my hair against my scalp and neck. Jeff ran his hands across my face, brushing sopping strands of hair away from my face, and down the back of my head. His hand rested on the nape of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. My hand was still fisted around his thickness, and I kept enough distance between our hips to allow myself room for stroking. He was at once soft and hard, a skin of silk around a core of steel.
My breathing was turning to sighing gasps as I felt him throb in my fist, felt his hips pump him into my hand. His fingers found my nipples, hard and sensitive, sending zaps of arousal thrilling through my body. One hand kept toying with my nipple, and the other circled my waist to clutch my ass, caressing, digging into the muscle and flesh, caressing again, spanning the crease to grasp the other cheek.
All this with the delicious heat of the water dousing us, wrapping us in warmth.
"I can't believe you're here in my shower with me," Jeff said.
"Me neither," I said, "but there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
