undressed. At one point we banged heads, him bending over to remove his sweatpants, me leaning forward to toss my skirt into the laundry hamper. Nervous laughter ensued, and I called on Chantal to fully show her bloody self, otherwise I’d flounder once I got in that shower and he joined me. I unlaced the corset enough that I could step out of it instead of removing the laces completely. I threw it into the hamper as well, then, without looking at him as he began to lift his T-shirt off, I slipped my knickers down my legs and turned to switch the shower on.
My knickers tangled around my ankles, and I skewed sideways, banging my hip on the edge of the sink. My face burned—God, that was so something Jane would have done, the silly little mare—then righted myself, kicking away the offending garment and stubbing my toe on the toilet pedestal in the process. I gritted my teeth so I didn’t let out a moan of pain and looked at David, who was thankfully still in the throes of removing his top, the fabric completely covering his face.
Taking a deep breath then letting it out, I finally managed to press the shower button and vowed not to wear any knickers from now on, whenever I was with David. It would add to the sluttiness of Chantal, anyway, so there was always something good to come out of something bad. Every cloud had a silver lining. I was extremely thankful he hadn’t seen me stumble or the toe-stub that had followed, and went about climbing into the tub, praying I didn’t slip arse over tit and really give him a reason to get as far away from me as he sodding well could.
The water hitting me was wonderful, and I closed my eyes, tipping my head back to let the stream soak my hair, completely forgetting about David. Until he got in, too, and his cock brushed one of my thighs.
“Oh!” I said, snapping my head down to look at him through the indoor rain. “It’s you.”
“Yes, who else did you expect? Jane?”
I laughed, a little uncontrollably and for far too long, but he didn’t seem to find it the least bit off-putting. So I went for it and laughed some more, reaching for the gel and pouring out a good handful. I soaped him up, very Chantal-like, and watched his cock grow with every sweep of my hands. Goodness, either he was always up for it or he really did like me. I took the time to wash him, to explore him, get to know the planes of his body in an altogether different way to last night. He didn’t touch me, just kept his hands by his sides, and I didn’t dare to look him directly in the face.
“This is nice, no?” I asked. “Me touching you, and you letting me without interference. Sometimes it is good to just take.” I slid one hand down to his erection and took him in a firm grip.
“I’m discovering that,” he said, “although it’s a bit hard—”
“Oh, it is more than a bit hard—”
“It’s a bit hard to keep my hands off you. I’m finding myself unsure of whether I should just take you here and now, against the tiles, or wait for you to offer. I don’t like to presume, but God, I want to fuck you again.”
I looked up at him, feeling all mouth and no trousers. Could I do this? “Fuck me then.” Why yes, it seemed I could. “Now. Against the tiles like you have said. Ravish Chantal. Yes, ravish her!” It seemed once again my alter ego had come out to play. She was such a dirty darling.
“Will you allow me to give, and you to just take?” he asked.
“Yes, do with me what you will. I am open to suggestions.”
I stopped soaping him, regretfully let go of his cock and, in one of the boldest moves of my life, picked up the gel, squeezed out another blob, and started washing my tits. He widened his eyes then slipped his arms around me, holding me close, his hard-on pressed to my thigh. He looked down to watch me paying extra attention to the cleaning of my nipples, and his cock throbbed, the tip tapping at the apex of my legs as though asking for me to open the door to my
My knickers tangled around my ankles, and I skewed sideways, banging my hip on the edge of the sink. My face burned—God, that was so something Jane would have done, the silly little mare—then righted myself, kicking away the offending garment and stubbing my toe on the toilet pedestal in the process. I gritted my teeth so I didn’t let out a moan of pain and looked at David, who was thankfully still in the throes of removing his top, the fabric completely covering his face.
Taking a deep breath then letting it out, I finally managed to press the shower button and vowed not to wear any knickers from now on, whenever I was with David. It would add to the sluttiness of Chantal, anyway, so there was always something good to come out of something bad. Every cloud had a silver lining. I was extremely thankful he hadn’t seen me stumble or the toe-stub that had followed, and went about climbing into the tub, praying I didn’t slip arse over tit and really give him a reason to get as far away from me as he sodding well could.
The water hitting me was wonderful, and I closed my eyes, tipping my head back to let the stream soak my hair, completely forgetting about David. Until he got in, too, and his cock brushed one of my thighs.
“Oh!” I said, snapping my head down to look at him through the indoor rain. “It’s you.”
“Yes, who else did you expect? Jane?”
I laughed, a little uncontrollably and for far too long, but he didn’t seem to find it the least bit off-putting. So I went for it and laughed some more, reaching for the gel and pouring out a good handful. I soaped him up, very Chantal-like, and watched his cock grow with every sweep of my hands. Goodness, either he was always up for it or he really did like me. I took the time to wash him, to explore him, get to know the planes of his body in an altogether different way to last night. He didn’t touch me, just kept his hands by his sides, and I didn’t dare to look him directly in the face.
“This is nice, no?” I asked. “Me touching you, and you letting me without interference. Sometimes it is good to just take.” I slid one hand down to his erection and took him in a firm grip.
“I’m discovering that,” he said, “although it’s a bit hard—”
“Oh, it is more than a bit hard—”
“It’s a bit hard to keep my hands off you. I’m finding myself unsure of whether I should just take you here and now, against the tiles, or wait for you to offer. I don’t like to presume, but God, I want to fuck you again.”
I looked up at him, feeling all mouth and no trousers. Could I do this? “Fuck me then.” Why yes, it seemed I could. “Now. Against the tiles like you have said. Ravish Chantal. Yes, ravish her!” It seemed once again my alter ego had come out to play. She was such a dirty darling.
“Will you allow me to give, and you to just take?” he asked.
“Yes, do with me what you will. I am open to suggestions.”
I stopped soaping him, regretfully let go of his cock and, in one of the boldest moves of my life, picked up the gel, squeezed out another blob, and started washing my tits. He widened his eyes then slipped his arms around me, holding me close, his hard-on pressed to my thigh. He looked down to watch me paying extra attention to the cleaning of my nipples, and his cock throbbed, the tip tapping at the apex of my legs as though asking for me to open the door to my
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