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Subject: {ASSM} {ass}Shower{Seaman}(M-solo voy)
Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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{ass}Shower{Seaman}(M-solo voy)



   The Shower



   by "Seaman"



   I was living with my cousin, Gayle, but she was just a room mate.  When
she had moved to this city, she'd needed a place to stay and I'd needed
help with the rent.  We'd known each other since we were babies together
and were compatible so she moved in two years ago.



   I had a girlfriend and Gayle quickly attracted a boyfriend so, both of
us wanting to do what you usually want to with a Significant Other, we put
up a schedule board on the refrigerator with discrete symbols meaning the
one of us would be . . .  entertaining and the other might want to come up
with something to do outside the apartment for the evening.  For those
spontaneous moments of passion, a red cord draped over the doorknob meant
the same thing.  Either way, the festivities were to be moved onto a
bedroom by midnight so the other could come in and go to bed.  Any cries of
ecstacy that were overheard were ignored.



   Things went fine for more than a year, then my girlfriend and I broke
up. It was six months later and I was getting horny, especially since
Gayle's relationship with *her* S.O.  was still going fine and those cries
of passion were all from her bedroom, not mine.



   Cousin or not, I'd been fantasizing about boffing Gayle for months.  She
was very attractive: tall and slender with long dark-blonde hair that she
wore in a pony-tail.  She had a fresh-looking face and her ass looked fine
in the jeans she wore most of the time.  Her tits were too small for anyone
who liked jugs.  They were no more than AA so Gayle didn't bother with a
bra--I don't think she owned one.  Instead I got the treat of their
unholstered contour and an occasional sight of the points of her nipples
under her shirt when she got excited or chilly.  That was all though; she
was very discreet about undressing in her bedroom and always went clothed
to the tiny bathroom we shared when she bathed or took a shower.  Then one
day I hit the jackpot.



   It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday and Gayle had a date with
her boyfriend that evening.  She hated to use a dryer on her hair--she said
it dried it out--so she had the habit of taking a shower early so that it
could dry in a couple hours by itself.  It was summer and warm enough to be
no problem.  We had been watching a ballgame and a few minutes after she
left for her shower I got up to rummage in the refrigerator.  There was no
real hallway in the apartment.  The livingroom/diningroom/kitchen took up
the whole of the front half and in the rear, the two bedroom doors faced
each other with the bathroom door in between them in a kind of alcove.



   I glanced at the bathroom door when I padded by barefoot, beer in hand,
and to my surprise, it wasn't quite closed.  The latch hadn't caught and a
quarter-inch band of light streamed out.  Within, something moved. 
Scarcely daring to breathe, I slowly moved to the door and applied my eye
to the crack.



   Gayle had stripped to her panties and was brushing her teeth at the
sink. I had a three-quarter back view of her.  Her panties were light blue
and didn't quite cover her ass: A teasing bit of her nether cleavage showed
above the waistband.  I didn't have a direct view of her breasts, but
luckily the entire wall behind the sink was a mirror from the sink counter
up, in a vain attempt to make the bathroom lok bigger.  Gayle's entire
front, boobs included, was reflected in that mirror.  Too tiny to be called
pendulous, they still bobbled a bit from the motions of her arm holding the
toothbrush, her small pink-frosting nipples dancing up and down.  Instantly
my penis stirred in my pants.  I reached inside and started to caress it
inside my underwear.



   Gayle continued to brush, oblivious.  I silently sank to my knees, put
the nearly forgotten can of beer behind me, opened my pants, and pushed
them down.  By now my cock was fully hard and I pushed my jockies down to
let it spring free.  I began to squeeze the rigid shaft rhythmically,
gripping it just behind the head.  My eye was now level with her ass, just
inches away and I watched, hypnotized, as it swayed back and forth a bit
while she moved.  The taut cotton of her panties was stretched tight over
the twin globes they covered.



   Finished with her teeth, in quick succession Gayle rinsed the
toothbrush, then her mouth, taking the water from the glass she kept on the
counter.  She bent over to spit and I got a momentary glimpse of her
suspended tits while the seat of her panties was stretched as tight as a
drum.  Between her legs her hidden pussy bulged and I got the slightest
hint of the groove of her vulva under the thin cloth.  When she
straightened up, a teasing bit more of her ass cleavage was visible, then
she walked over to the tub-shower and rolled the glass door open.  All of
the plumbing, sink, toilet, and showerhead were along the same wall, so
shifting a bit, and edging the door ever so slightly wider, I was able to
see her directly as well as in the mirror as she started the shower.



   She bent over to turn on the taps and I got a longer view of her
dangling breasts, firm derriere, and the bulge of her pudena while she
adjusted the water's flow before she straightened up again.  Then she
walked to the linen closet on the opposite wall and fetched a towel.  This
afforded me a frontal view and I split my attention, admiring how her
panties tucked around the lovemound at the junction of her legs as well as
her breasts.  Returning to the shower she hung the towel over the top of
the shower door then skimmed her panties down and stepped out of them to
stand nude while she waited for the hot water to arrive.  We were a long
way from the building's community water heater and it took a while.



   I was completely entranced by the sight of her tight, smooth ass.  One
of my hands was by now slipping up and down the six-inch rail of my penis
while the other cupped my balls in their tight sack.  Pre-cum was starting
to dribble as Gayle idly scratched one hip.  No sun worshipper, she was the
same pale shade from head to toe, with no trace of a tan.



   Then she bent over again to make her final adjustments.  For three
marvelous seconds I could see right up between her slightly spread legs to
the cleavage of her pussy, and a strong sexual pulse went down my spine to
the head of my cock.  Her outer lips were bare and white as the rest of
her. I could get just a glimpse of the coral lips of her vulva in between.
I stopped stroking to keep from cumming too soon but I fantasized them
glistening from foreplay and me standing behind her, guiding my cock up her
pussy, pulling on her hips to drive in deeply.



   The moment passed and, happy with the temperature, Gayle pulled the
plunger to direct the water out the shower head, straightened up a third
time, and stepped into the tub.  She pivoted as she pulled the door shut
and for the merest fraction of a second I glimpsed her pubes.  The hair was
brown, darker than that on her head, and surprisingly sparse; I could see
the cleavage of her mons through it.  I was disappointed.  When fantasizing
about fucking her I'd imagined her with a lusher bush.



   Behind the glass Gayle turned a few times, wetting down her body. 
Although the shower door was supposed to be translucent, it wasn't really,
especially when wet.  Her outline was blurred but I could still make out
the pink points of her nipples and the darker patch of her pubic hair as
they came into view, alternating with the cleavage of her ass.  I tore my
eyes away long enough to stand, step out of my trousers and shorts.  Naked
from the waist down I knelt, reapplied my eye to the crack, and began to
slowly masturbate as I watched.



   By now Gayle had picked the soap up from the caddy that hung from the
showerhead and was working up a lather.  Putting the soap back, she washed
her face, scrubbing the foam in with her fingertips.  A moment to rinse and
she dried her face with the end of the towel that hung over the top of the
shower door.  Then, turning her back to the shower's flow, she started on
the rest of her body.  Renewing the soap lather as needed she worked her
way up her arms, onto her shoulders and in her armpits, then down her
front, over her jiggling breasts and the flat plane of her belly.  As she
covered herself with lather I slid my hand up and down the length of my
hardon, imagining that it was me doing her ablutions.



   Gayle turned her front back under the spray and rinsed, rapidly passing
her hands over herself to catch all of the suds, making her tits quiver
again.  Though too blurry to see it, in my imagination her nipples erected
under her touch.  Then she started again from the feet up, working her way
from her calves, to her knees, thighs, and finally her sex, spreading her
knees slightly to wash her outer pussy before slipping farther back to do
her ass.  A moment later she was rinsing again, spreading her legs and
splashing water up into her pubic region then rubbing it down to ensure all
of the soap was gone.  My penis pulsed a bit as I imagined, again, my own
fingers combing through her sexual flesh.  Then she was turning around to
let the water cascade over the globes of her ass.



   After all that rinsing, Gayle picked up the bar of soap again and
reapplied it to both armpits.  A moment to put down the soap and pick up
the disposable razor she kept on the caddy, and she was shaving her
axillary hair, first one pit, then the other.  I could see her hand and
forearm above the top rail of the shower door as she passed the razor up
several times through the under-hollow of her arm.  A thrill rose in me as
I abused my cock and watched her intimate toilette.



   Gayle rinsed again, then picked up the soap yet another time.  This time
she applied it to her pubic area and another thrill went through me as she
picked up the razor again.  The mystery of the sparse bush was solved. 
Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined her shaved yet this was
obviously an old ritual with her as the razor passed familiarly over the
vee of her mons, stripping it of the pubic stubble that had accumulated. 
She then spread her knees again and ever so carefully denuded her pussy
lips, reaching in deep with the sharp razor and drawing it out several
times.



   I almost climaxed as I pictured her bare love mound being tickled by my
own pubic hair as I slid my cock's entire length up her pussy.  I stopped
stroking to squeeze my penis, simulating her climax and prolonging my
pleasure.  Gayle put up the razor and rinsed again, splashing water up into
her naked genitals.  Then she opened the bottle of shampoo, poured out a
handful, and, stepping out of the shower's flow, applied it to her hair. 
She turned towards me as she worked the lather in, affording a frontal view
of her body.  The brown pubic patch was gone; her mons was now the same
shade as the rest of her body.  The sight through the shower door was too
blurry to make out the cleft in the middle I knew was there, but the
creases of the Y at the top of her thighs could be seen.  I started
stroking slowly again.  The pre-cum oozed out the slit at the end of my
penis, almost white as I neared orgasm.



   Then Gayle bent forward at the waist, flipping her hair forward over her
head so she could work the lather in to the ends.  This tucked her pubis in
and I shifted my attention to her suspended breasts.  They swayed as she
passed her hands rhythmically down the length of her mane then danced when
she vigorously massaged her scalp, the pink nipples bouncing up and down
with her motions.



   Still hunched over, she swiveled clockwise to put her head under the
spray and rinse.  This direction made her ass pass by close to the blurring
shower door and my cock pulsed again as my mind's eye clarified the sight,
affording me another view of her pussy lips.  I stopped stroking again as
the orgasmic tickle became stronger, trying to get the timing of my climax
right.



   Finished rinsing, Gayle stood upright, flipping her wet hair behind her,
then turned the water off.  On the verge of cumming, I poised.  My free
hand groped and found my empty jockey shorts.  She rolled open the door.



   I'd never seen a shaved woman before.  Her naked mons veneris bulged at
the base of her belly before tucking between her thighs, divided by the
cleft in the middle.  The tickle inside me burst at the sight.  Eyes
riveted on that sexual spot, I had time for one final stroke before my
penis pulsed and a solid stream of semen spurted out.  Luckily I was ready
and caught it in my shorts.  I tore my eye from the door and looked down as
several more white jets arced out of my cock to soak the white cotton of
the underwear clenched in my other hand.  My orgasm finished with a feeble
twitching and I milked my slackening penis; the last few drops of cum
dribbled out to be wiped off.



   Trembling, I looked one last time through the crack.  Gayle was still
standing in the tub, drying herself with the towel picked up off the top
rail.  One foot was on the tub's edge as she dried it and her calf.  Then
she swung her leg wide as she reached her thigh and my cock pulsed one last
time as her vulva opened and I caught a glimpse of her clitoral hood.



   It was time to go before she caught me.  Praying my knees wouldn't
crack, I stood, collected my trousers, and opened the door as silently as I
could to my room.  There I tossed the soaked jockey shorts into the laundry
basket then drew my pants over my now-drained cock.  Pausing to recover the
can of beer I nipped to the sofa in front of the TV just as Gayle came out
of the bathroom.



   "Who's ahead?" she asked as she sat at the other end of the couch and
combed her wet hair to arrange it for drying.  I glanced over at her.  The
points of her erect nipples showed under the t-shirt she'd put on.  I hoped
she didn't look at my lap where a small dark spot betrayed my recent
ejaculation.



   "Uh, still Cleveland by two," I said.  At least that's what the score
had been a few minutes ago.  With great effort I returned back to the
ballgame.  The vision of Gayle's body occupied my mind.







   
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