SNIPER 07

I want to lather the Sniper down with raspberry-scented body wash.

I want to feel the thick bubbles coat his hot, wet skin. I want to massage the soap into his hairy arms and chest.

He'd come home, briefly kiss me, and tell me he desperately needed a shower. I'd hear the creaking sounds of him entering and turning on the water. After a few minutes, I'd suggestively ask him if he wanted some company. He would laugh and tell me to come in - the water's fine.

I would undress myself and enter the shower as he was rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Steam would swirl up from the hot water as I picked up the body wash and rubbed it on his torso, spreading the lather down his skin. Our hands would naturally move down each others' bodies as we attempted to jerk each other off in the shower.

Our naïveté would cause us to misjudge the sexiness of fucking in the shower, as the shower head would leave one of us in the hot water and the other uncomfortably cold. We'd conclude that we would either have to get a bigger shower head or not repeat this again, but for now we'd have to continue this afterwards.

Once he exited the shower he'd grab me and make sweet love to me right there on the bed, still slightly damp from the previous events.