I used to live with an old roommate, who over time became a fuck buddy. After a few months living together, the sexual tension between us became too much, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I always left the bathroom door unlocked so he could have the opportunity to watch or join me while I showered. He didn’t do this every time, but when the mood struck him, he’d come to observe me. Sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, standing there in the doorway, watching me shower. He had one of those all glass caged showers that made my naked body visible to him from all angles.

Sometimes he was content to just stand there and watch me bathe. The sight of my arms stretching back over my head as I washed my hair, water streaming down my breasts, my nude body shrouded in steam was enough to please him on his gentler days. Other times though, he’d insist on joining me, and my showers weren’t my own anymore.

I’d hear the shower cage opening, and a heartbeat later I’d feel his hands on me, sliding all over my body, playing with my breasts. He’d fondle me like this under the water for a while, toying with me, before pressing down on my head and pushing me to my knees to suck him off while the water rained over both of us. I’d deep throat him like this on my knees under the shower stream for as long as he wanted, until he finally yanked me back to my knees and pressed me against the glass wall, sliding into me from behind. He’d fuck me against the wall like that, anally and vaginally, pushing in and out of both holes whenever he felt like it.

My hardened nipples would ache from my breasts being pressed into the glass, my head yanked back from his hands pulling my hair. He’d use me and shoot his load in me, slamming into me with thrusts so deep and a grip so tight on my hips I nearly saw stars in that shower from his cock.

When he was through with me, he’d step back out of the shower as quickly as he’d gotten in, leaving me to finish up with his cum still dripping out of me.