Slipping Into Your Shower

There was too much anticipation leading up to that first fuck.

We’d met like a year prior, hiking on Lion’s Head. Him and his friends asked me to be in their photo, and of course, I jumped in for the shot. They moved in a team of tall ass men, literally, a team — I later found out they were basketball players. His shirt was off, his body almost fully tatted. I could not stop myself eyes from stroking this 6'6 figure. He had this energy that drew me to him. and I could not figure out why. I just took him in as a part of the view.

A couple days later, a follower of mine tagged me in the comment section of the group photo. And there he was, and fuck he was even hotter than I remembered. We did try make plans, but homie was staying in Somerset West and I was in Simonstown — ‘mission’ is too short of a word. He even offered to Uber me, but I knew very little of this man. As much as I really wanted to go — it was not a smart move to be so far away, without control of my leaving, in a house full of men that I did not know. So, I put my desires below logic. Smart bitch, but a frustrated bitch…

I read those last lines now, and I do agree with my thinking back then. But, as soon as I was actually in his presence, I felt completely calm. And extremely fucking horny.

It took him leaving, months of internet teasing, and getting over how intimidated I was by him, before I finally made my way to Sunset Beach. To be noted: I say intimidated in the way of him seeming so out of my reach. This beautiful, ambitious American man, here in my city playing professional basketball. This is why sex is such a powerful thing, it can completely level the playing field.

I arrived at the house just before they had to head off to practice, so he told me to hang out by the pool and enjoy. I made sure I jumped in before he left; just to leave him with the image of my skin dripping wet. His eyes looked greedy for me, I could genuinely feel them across my body. I laid around until they called me to come and fetch them — Uber issues and shit. Fast forward to us somehow fitting five basketball players into my mom’s A1. Fortunately for me, this meant I was on his lap, in a bikini and an oversized shirt. Both of us were very approving of the close contact. His grip was firm, I had to stop myself from grinding into him.

When we got back he jumped into the shower, my mind was fully in there with him. I wanted to be in there watching him bathe himself. As I sat on his bed swirling in these wet thoughts, he called me in to pass him something. The bathroom had a half-wall vibe semi-closing off the shower, so, I peaked around it and handed him something. Fuck, I can’t even remember what. I do remember struggling to keep my eyeline with his. Firstly, he was much taller than me. Secondly, his dick was right there, and I knew it, and I wanted to see it. And I fucking wanted it.

Now, I’m thinking, was this his plan? Did he really need the soap (or whatever the fuck it was)? And it’s like he saw my brain trying to crack this (very obvious) code because he reached out and grabbed my arm. He pulled me under the water and stripped me of my bikini. His lips lowered down to play with mine. The kiss was hard, and deep, and it wasn’t long before I was at his height. He had lifted me and wrapped my legs around him so swiftly and smoothly, it was this gasping surprise when he entered inside of me.

I usually don’t love shower sex because water is not a lubricant, and I swear sometimes men try splash a pussy that they can’t get wet enough. But this… being held up and pulled down onto someone while circling under a warm stream? FUCK YES. I felt so safely suspended. Like, I was in the fucking air and I could have started doing squats — this man was solid. And his grip… these big hands securing me around his dick. He bounced me up and down, I slammed down harder and harder. The water just pouring into the drain now.

I knew immediately that I would need to see more of him. I wanted to eat him up, especially because I was not certain I could. Somehow, he put me at ease and challenged me at the same time. I wanted to climb and conquer him, but also just be lifted and placed wherever he pleased. And, whether our power’s were conflicting or amalgamating — the bang was fucking huge.