Hands on the Counter

Transcript

Oh my love. So I had this thought. I have a memory of you that I'm sure you might remember, but let me just sort of spell it out for you.

We were staying in a little Airbnb together and I was in the shower and you were downstairs cooking dinner. And as often happens, I accidentally forgot to get myself a towel. I'm in the shower and this Airbnb has a strict no water on the floor policy.

So I call downstairs, I say, Hey, babe, could you come up and get me a towel, please? After I'm done. And you know, the shower is all steamy.

And you say, I have it for you. I pull the curtain aside and there you are standing in front of me and just these tiny panties and your top. Like I don't even know when you took your pants off, but you're looking at me sort of expectantly holding out the towel.

So I take it and I start to towel off my hair. And it's as I have the towel all around my head that I realize your hand is around my dick and it's sliding back and forth. And you say, I have oil all over my hands from cooking, oops, oops, she says, as I instantly get rock fucking hard.

Very quickly, I pull the towel off of my head and stare into your eyes. You can see my expression very quickly shifting to a little bit of a predator, a little bit of confusion, but a lot of tense sort of energy building like a coiled spring. And you and I just stand there, neither of us moves, staring at each other, your hand on my cock, very slowly sliding back and forth.

And you can see my expression, my breathing getting deeper. And how with each stroke, you can feel the blood pumping into it, making it a little bit harder each time. And we stand that way and I can tell you are just waiting for the moment that I crack.

And I am just watching you. You can see how my chest expands and contracts with my breath. You can see my eyes piercing to the back of your head.

And slowly I break the gaze for a second to lick my lips and scan my eyes down your body. I can see how hard your nipples are through your top. I can see how your legs slowly but surely start to step wider.

And it's in that moment that I can see how there is a discoloration appearing where your panties cover you, as if nothing is dry down there anymore. And then I look down at your fingers on my cock, lightly scratching your nails along the bottom and around my head. And that's when I say to you, take them off.

Your grip does not actually leave my hand. With the other hand, you hook your thumb around the waistband of your panties. And with that zigzag and wiggle of your hips, they slip off.

And you can feel my dick jump when I see them hit the floor. Put your hands on the bathroom counter. Because fuck the water on the floor.

I'll clean it up later. When your hands touch the counter, within seconds, you can feel my dick at your entrance already, tracing around your outer lips. Don't fucking move.

You can feel me stroking myself now. You can feel the motion of me stroking myself through the head of my cock, positioned directly on your clit. I'm moving faster now.

You know exactly how easy it would be for me to slide inside. I can feel you starting to back up on me and I say, no, stay right there, pushing you back with my hands. Still stroking myself, tracing little circles around your clit, rubbing back and forth.

I can feel myself so fucking close. So close. Just rubbing back and forth.