Tighter (18+)

Transfixed

Yvonne stood transfixed, her gaze locked onto Dennis’s manhood—pale and slick with soap suds—being firmly lathered by his own hand. They stood facing each other while the shower sprinkled his back. Unconsciously, she swallowed hard.

Dennis’s soft clearing of his throat snapped Yvonne out of her reverie. She looked up, her eyes meeting his—those eyes glinting with a knowing smile. A flush crept across her cheeks as heat bloomed beneath her skin. “Need a hand?” The question slipped from Yvonne’s lips before she could stop it—and almost instantly, she regretted offering.

"Err, sure!" Dennis accepted. A grin grew on his face.

Too late, Yvonne cursed inwardly. She lowered her gaze, her eyes once again drawn to Dennis’s manhood—as her hand, trembling ever so slightly and beyond her control, reached out to grasp it. Then, with one hand stroking his shaft and the other gently cupping his nut sack, Yvonne looked up at Dennis once more. She swallowed hard again before asking in a breathy voice, “Feel good?”

"Uh hmm!" Dennis hummed and nodded.

“You… you’re hard again?” Yvonne asked, half-dazed. Her breath hitched softly as her love muscle exerted a tender, involuntary squeeze on Erick's device.

Dennis gave an awkward nod. “Because… you’re just too irresistible,” he said, then swallowed hard.

Yvonne blushed. “Even after you’ve already come… several times today?” she teased, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Dennis smiled and nodded. Then, without warning, he dipped his head, gently cupped her chin, and claimed her lips with a hungry, passionate kiss.

Yvonne returned his kiss, her head spinning as if the world around her had melted away. Her hands moved instinctively, exploring his warmth with growing urgency; her breath quickened as her Kegel softly massaged Erick's device. Helen must feel it, but Yvonne no longer cared.

At last, Yvonne pulled away from their kiss, cheeks flushed. “I think you’re all clean now,” she said with a shy smile, gazing into Dennis’s eyes. “Turn around so I can rinse them."

Dennis turned around, facing the shower. From behind, Yvonne resumed stroking his shaft, her hand gently squeezing, making sure every trace of soap was gone. Her body moved softly, almost on its own, rubbing her aching chest against Dennis’s back and her longing crotch against his bottom. She sighed softly and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

“Turn around,” Yvonne managed to say, her voice edged with command. Her breathing was unsteady, wild, and uneven.

Dennis obeyed, turning to face her. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his Adam’s apple shifting visibly. He offered a trembling smile to his old-time crush, standing before him.

Yvonne avoided Dennis’s gaze, her attention fixed instead on Dennis' rigid shaft, in full standing ovation. She slowly leaned forward, then gently took the rigid baton between her thumb and forefinger. She turned it, lifted it, then slowly lowered it again, her eyes tracing every pulsing, warm millimeter of its skin. “Looks clean,” she murmured.

Yvonne knelt before Dennis, still holding him delicately between her fingers. She leaned in and slowly inhaled his scent. All she caught was the clean fragrance of soap. Yet a soft shiver ran through her arm as the tip, unintentionally, brushed against her upper lip.

“Smells nice too,” she whispered.

Then, before she could stop herself, Yvonne’s lips parted as she leaned in with unspoken hunger and put the hot rod into her mouth.

"Yv...," Dennis murmured.

Yvonne looked up, trying to smile as her head moved gently back and forth, tending to Dennis with slow, deliberate care with her lips and tongue. "Hmmm?" she replied with a muffled voice.