Sinful Sunday: Shower with me?

I’ve had sex in the sea, sex in a swimming pool, sex in the bath, and – surprise, surprise – sex in the shower too. I can do sex in water…but it’s not really my thing. There’s just a bit too much friction, and not quite enough of the sexy, silky lubrication that sends shivers all over my body. I took this photo just as the shower jets kicked into life and started shooting warm water at my naked torso. I thought of you kneeling in the cubicle doorway, close enough to feel the spray on your face; close enough to watch my cock get harder in my hand, and to want it – crave it – in your mouth. The thing is, I’d want that too. Sure, I’d make you watch me for a bit, your sopping wet cunt pulsing uncontrollably…mm, ok, so it would be more than just a bit…but when I really needed you to touch me, I’d drag you out of the shower and maybe – maybe – we’d make it halfway back to my room. There’s this rug, you see, right in the middle of my hallway. It would feel just soft enough against your knees. Not comfortable, perhaps, but you’d live. I’d be dripping wet and you…you would take me in your mouth, wrap your hand around me, press my cock to your cheek. Taste and smell my clean, fresh skin, then do your best to make me dirty all over again.