Big Girls Do It Wetter (3 page)

He heard the door creak open. "Damn it, Anna. I'm in the shower."

"I like the way you say that. So irritated, but still affectionate. 'Damn it, Anna.' "

"What are you doing in here? I'll be done soon."

He wasn't turning away, but wasn't moving to open the door either. I crossed the tiny bathroom in one step, slid the stall door open. He was beautiful, in his own way. His body wasn't sculpted, but it was still hugely muscled, his arms as thick as my thighs, his stomach not flat, but slightly rounded and hard as a boulder. His legs were massive, thighs like ancient oak trees.

His cock twitched at the sight of me. His thick, short brown hair was pasted to his head as water sluiced onto his shoulders and poured down his body. I stood and let him look, taking in the view of his body, my tongue running over my lower lip in appreciation for his physique.

"I'm sober. You don't need to be a gentleman this time."

"Why?" He was still fighting the urge to stare.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. It does to me."

My legs were being spattered by the shower. I waited for him to move, thinking about his question. Why now?

"I guess I just realized what I wanted. I don't know." His eyes were raking my body now, lingering on my breasts; I stepped closer, nearly in the shower now. "That's the best answer I can give you right now. I don't know."

"What do you want, then?" He hadn't moved toward me, but he looked like he was on the verge of it.

"You," the word came out of me in a whisper.

"Me." He shuffled forward a half-step, his hand lifting for me. "You're sure? This is a line we can't uncross."

I just nodded and took a deep breath, swelling my breasts in my bra. Jeff was semi-rigid now, pointing straight forward. I let myself look, let him see me looking. He rested one hand on my waist at first, a hesitant questing touch. I moved closer, and his body blocked the spray of water. He was hardening with every passing moment. I kept my hands at my sides.

Both of his hands were on the concave curve of my waist now and sliding up, rivulets of hot water dripping down my sides. Up farther, then, closer to my breasts. He met my eyes, still hesitating.

"I'm not going to change my mind." I unclasped my bra and set it aside. "Touch me."

He was fully erect now, and I couldn't help comparing him to Chase, just for a moment. He wasn't as long as Chase, but he was thicker, and perfectly straight, whereas Chase had been slightly curved.

I wanted to take him in my hands, but I kept still, waiting for Jeff's hands to finish their upward journey and heft my breasts in his large hands.

"Don't play me, Anna." His voice was low and husky, his hands stopped on my ribcage.

"Oh for god's sake." I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his.

He was startled, frozen for a moment, then he softened into the kiss and dipped his tongue past my teeth. His kiss was gentle, achingly tender for such a hard, gruff man. His calloused palms caught the undersides of my tits and cupped them. His murmur of pleasure buzzed against my sternum. I put my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his back to curl around his hard round ass. At my touch to his backside, Jeff pressed into me, crushing his erect shaft between us.

I stepped back, pushed Jeff into the shower and stripped off my thong before joining him in the shower. Now I touched his cock for the first time, wrapping one hand around him, slicking a thumb across his bulbous, leaking tip.

Oh my sweet lord,
I thought, clutching his cock with greedy hunger,
he's huge. SO thick.
He would fill me, and then some.

He rumbled again, one corner of his mouth tipping up in a smile, his eyes half-closed. My hair was still in a pony tail, and I tugged it free, letting the stream of scalding water wet my hair against my scalp and neck. Jeff ran his hands across my face, brushing sopping strands of hair away from my face, and down the back of my head. His hand rested on the nape of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. My hand was still fisted around his thickness, and I kept enough distance between our hips to allow myself room for stroking. He was at once soft and hard, a skin of silk around a core of steel.

My breathing was turning to sighing gasps as I felt him throb in my fist, felt his hips pump him into my hand. His fingers found my nipples, hard and sensitive, sending zaps of arousal thrilling through my body. One hand kept toying with my nipple, and the other circled my waist to clutch my ass, caressing, digging into the muscle and flesh, caressing again, spanning the crease to grasp the other cheek.

All this with the delicious heat of the water dousing us, wrapping us in warmth.

"I can't believe you're here in my shower with me," Jeff said.

"Me neither," I said, "but there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

"You're sexy." Jeff's fingers descended the plain of my belly to skim over the hillock of my pussy as he spoke, stroking the entrance with a single finger. "So goddamn sexy. Come for me, Anna."

I leaned back against the wall and out of the stream of water, spreading my thighs apart to allow him access. He was the perfect height to take me like this.

"Make me," I told him.

He didn't answer, just pressed his lips to the mound of one breast, lapped his tongue down the wet surface to flick against the taut bead of my nipple. I pressed my palm against his iron-hard neck, pushing his mouth deeper around my breast. His other finger continued the teasing exploration of my pussy, tracing the lines of the labia, tickling the crease between my leg and hip, dipping in between my thighs to streak across my perineum.

He penetrated me at last, one gentle, questing finger into my aching channel. I clenched my buttocks and arched my hips forward, and he skinned the inner walls with his finger before pulling out to furrow against the nub of my clit. I gasped as he touched me there, eyes closed and whispering "yes" with an inbreath. Two fingers then, slipping back in and exploring my pussy, retreating out, grazing my clit, and then three fingers.

My hips were moving, my hands gripping his cock as a handle, holding on to him as I pushed into his fingers. Pressure was rising, now, magma welling in my belly, surging up to ready for a volcanic eruption. His fingers stoked the heat, one finger in, curling to slash across my G-spot, eliciting a moan that echoed in the shower. Two fingers again, pulling out of my pussy to dovetail around my clit, pinching it, slipping back and forth.

His other hand was busy with my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples, teeth now nipping the rippled skin of my areola, tongue laving the sides and across my chest and ribcage.

Finally he set a rhythm, three fingers diving in and back out, pressing onto my clit with every stroke. One small quiver in my belly at first, a buckle of the knees into his upstroke. My hands, slipping up and down on his manhood now, slow pumps around his swollen, straining head.

Another stutter, lower down, a swelling tremor pushed into a rolling waveform. Jeff sped the rhythm of his fingers' plunge, billowing the heaving of my hips into a desperate gyration. Then he slowed, just before the upwelling explosion overtook me.

"Faster, please, faster," I breathed.

He complied, surging faster, biting my nipples and using both hands on me now, two fingers circling my nub, three fingers diving in. My hips were moving on their own now, pulsing upward. My hands worked his shaft in time with my hips' motion, and then...

Every muscle buckled and tensed as my long-pent orgasm finally coursed through me, a rocketing surge of heat and ecstasy in my belly, pussy muscles clamping around his frenzied fingers, his mouth on my neck and lips and tits, my feet lifting me up and dropping me down.

"Inside," I gasped. "I need you...inside me."

"Don't have protection," he breathed against my breast.

"On...pill," I said. I couldn't form full sentences.

Jeff's arms curled up around my ass, and then one hand lifted my leg by the knee. I guided him into me, leaning into his body, the shower spray, growing lukewarm now, blasting against my neck and the top of his head. He pulsed into me, a slow, careful thrust.

"Goddamn, Anna. You're so tight."

I opened my mouth to tell him it was just because he was so huge, but he thrust again and I could only gasp, breathless, as my pussy stretched to fit him. My labia formed an 'O' of taut-stretched flesh, burning and throbbing so wonderfully, my orgasm still pounding through me, constricting my inner muscles around his thick, slick member.

His thrusts timed with the contracting pulsations of my orgasm.

"Oh god, Jeff, yes..." I scraped the words past rasping vocal chords.

Every fiber of my being quivered; my eyelids fluttered, my thighs trembled, my fingers clawed down his broad back, my toes curled in, my breath caught on an inbreath and held; a plunge, and I came again, riding the crest of the last explosion, another plunge, and I came again, clutching to Jeff with all my waning strength.

He never sped his thrusts, held himself to slow, measured pushes, going deeper with each one.

"Anna." He grated my name past clenched teeth as he came, thrusting hard and deep to the rhythm of my name. Two syllables, a full thrust inward on the initial emphasis, our hips bumping together on the 'N', retreating on the outbreath 'A'.

I felt his seed hit my inner walls, felt him throb within me as he continued to come, and come and come, lips crushed to my shoulder. He held my leg firm around his hip all the while, pulled on my knee for leverage, his free hand roaming my torso, breast to belly and back up, fingering my hypersenstive nipples.

The water was going cold now, and he finally let my leg down and pulled out of me. I shut the water off and pulled him against me, curling into his heat, our damp skin sticking together, our breathing matched gasps.

He moved away first, pulled a thick white towel from a rack and spread it open, drew me out of the shower. What he did next made my breath hitch. He scrubbed every inch of my body with the towel, beginning with my shoulders and moving down my back, across my belly, around each breast, my arms and sides, then my buttocks and thighs, down my legs and back up. The last thing he did was gently spread my thighs apart and clean my tender folds, wiping carefully downward and in to clean me of his still-leaking essence, his touch featherlight and almost reverent.

I couldn't help but do the same. Another dry towel hung on the rack, and I rubbed it across his muscles, cupping his sack and massaging his flaccid member with it. It was a moment both tender and erotic, and I didn't know what to do with it.

I followed him to his bedroom, a tiny space filled with a queen-sized bed and a low dresser, and nothing else. No pictures, no posters or paintings or anything. The window was open, letting the brilliant noonday sunlight stream in, bathing everything yellow-white. The bed was neatly made already, the corners crisp, the blanket tucked in under the pillow in a line as straight as razor. On the dresser was a wide, shallow metal dish, filled with loose change, a single bullet shell, and a battered set of dog tags.

I sat on the edge of the bed, naked, still trembling from the aftershocks. Jeff stood in front of me, looking down at me with an inscrutable expression on his face. He was just out of arm's reach, hands at his sides, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was intense, focused on me, sweeping and searching.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and closed the distance between us, standing between my knees. His cock was right at eye-level, point down and seeming to be waiting for me to touch it. I looked up at him, gave him a smile as I put my hands on his hips, traced the line of the muscles on his thighs.

I dragged my fingernail down the outside of his thigh and back up the inside edge to his groin. I watched his eyes as I traced my finger from the very bottom of his sack upwards, feeling the skin tighten under the pad of my finger, and then lifted his cock with my finger, tracing its length as well. His gaze was fiery, dark eyes glittering. His hands rested on my shoulders, not pushing or pulling, just touching me.

I ran my fingernail down his cock again, this time from the root against his belly down to the tip, then scratched the tip with my nail. The flesh of his cock was tightening, but he wasn't growing hard yet. He hadn't sprung into an instant erection, and I found myself enjoying the process of touching Jeff during his refractory period, learning the way his body looked and felt.

I scooched back on the bed and moved to one side, patting the blanket beside me. He hesitated, then climbed up on the bed beside me. As he turned his back to me, ever so briefly, I saw the reason for the long sleeve shirts. He'd been burned badly on his back, shoulders, and arms, running down to his elbows and across one forearm.

He saw me notice. "Car accident, years ago."

I rolled to lay my head on his chest, and his arm snaked around my body to cup the curve of my hip, resting there with familiar, tender affection.

"What happened?" I asked.

He blew air through puffed-out cheeks. "Long story. My buddy and I were driving the Seeney Stretch, up in the UP. Hit a deer, flipped a couple times. I was in the passenger seat. Got tossed out of the car, which prolly saved my life. Well, my buddy Brett wasn't so lucky. Got trapped under the car when it stopped rolling upside down. I was panicked. I'd known Brett all my life. Had to get him out, so I tried to flip the car on my own. I did, too. Adrenaline rush, that kinda thing. Flipped it over so I could drag Brett out. Problem is I was pushing on the bottom of the car, where things were hot. Burned me pretty bad."

That was the most I'd ever heard Jeff say all at once in my life.

"Did your friend..."

Jeff just shook his head and I let it go, turning my attention to sliding my palms along his body, fingertips exploring the heavy, undefined bulk of his muscles. I realized he was much bigger than I'd ever thought. His shirts made him seem smaller, somehow, but in reality, he would be much, much stronger than Chase.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, belatedly.