Stranger

As the water beat down on her body Marcy let all the day's drama and strain wash away. She loved her nightly showers. They were her way of zoning out and releasing tension. Tonight, like mostly every night, she turned the hot water on to the point where it was almost too hot and let the streams run down her body as she soaked in the steam. She liked to watch the clear streams run down her chocolate C cups and further down her flat belly till they disappeared beyond her dusting of pubic hair. She had worked hard on getting her body they way she'd wanted it and loved to admire herself in the reflections of her all glass shower. She was always excited to look at her self before the glass steamed up too much. It was a game she played with herself.

Marcy reached for her moisturizer and sponge and began to work up a lather of white foam. She first applied the porous applicator to her left arm slowly working the sponge up and down. Gently scrubbing her neck as she rolled her head around. Next came her other arm. Next Marcy guided the sponge between her breasts, slowly circling around, cupping each breast in turn. She scrubbed her nipples furiously until they were stimulated to their full hardness. She loved it when her nipples were hard; it was another game she loved to play.

Rubbing the sponge across her stomach, Marcy reflected upon the Chinese Wok's Lo-Mien she'd had for dinner. She felt satisfied that she didn't feel one bit guilty about her gorging on the greasy noodles without working out afterwards. She sometimes allowed herself rewards like that. While still reflecting on her supper, Marcy stretched to wash and squeeze the lather onto her neglected back. She reached for her moisturizer again and started to work up another lather as she turned and let the streams carry the suds off her back and down her ass onto the shower floor.

Satisfied with her back Marcy bent over and began to massage her leg with the soapy sponge and her free hand. Lingering a bit she carefully examined her birthmark as she scrubbed it wondering if it'd ever go away. Once she'd determined that it wouldn't, she bent over a little bit further to wash her legs and feet first her left side then she repeated the process with the right leg except she didn't have to worry about a birthmark this time. Once again allowing herself to stand under the water as she lathered her sponge for the final time. In order to release more tension she began to draw in deep slow breathes.

After her breathing exercise Marcy then placed the sponge between her legs and let it roll across her slightly protruding pussy lips. Lingering in this position Marcy cleansed herself thoroughly, washing her inner thighs again, as well as her hip and pubic junction. Once that aspect of washing was deemed acceptable Marcy began to wash her ass. Rotating in circles across her cheeks she paid close attention to all her lower end glory. Allowing the sponge to flow between her ass cheeks Marcy was now at the end stage of her wash and squeezed all of the lather out of the sponge rinsed it and hung it back in its place. With her pubes and ass still soapy Marcy spread her legs and with the aid of her hands and the water moved the suds onto the shower floor and down the drain.

Yet Marcy still felt tense. She felt as if she could do more to allow herself the optimum amount of rest while she slept tonight. Marcy now recognized her tension to be sexual and prepared to engage her problem head on. Still standing with her legs spread Marcy began to feel on her breast and stomach with her hands, digging her fingers into her flesh a little. Her hands began to drift away from her stomach and started to seriously play with her titties. Marcy began to squeeze and twist her nipples randomly as she massaged her tits with her palms and fingers. As the hot water continued to run across her body Marcy's right hand began to drift down past her stomach and her waist onto her short curly pubic hair. As she pulled and twisted the short hair Marcy's nipple play became more intense, twisting and pulling harder and harder still. The pleasure pain was so unbearable that Marcy's right hand began to sink into the folds of her labia...

Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear "let me handle that miss." Afterwards Marcy felt two strong hands tracing down her sides as this stranger began to squeeze and stroke her sides and ass. Marcy was afraid to turn around but felt no harm emanating for the stranger with the sweet whisper and strong hands. As the strangers fingers drifted off her waist onto her clit Marcy pressed back onto the stranger, allowing his fully erect penis to lie in between her butt cheeks. Surprised by his size Marcy backed up into the stranger more, grinding his dick into her ass harder. Marcy felt the stranger breath harder into her ear as he began to press her clit with more frequency. Her knee's almost giving way, Marcy was thankful as the stranger's arm supported her while cupped her breast in his large hand.

The stranger began to delve into her clit as Marcy's body began to shake from the stimulation she was receiving. Marcy gasped as two of the stranger's long fingers entered her. Now grinding back and down onto the stranger's dick and fingers Marcy began to mumble incoherently. After a few minutes of gushing on the enigma's digits Marcy was begging to be fucked by the mystery man. Taking his hands away from her sex the stranger placed Marcy's hands on the now completely steamed glass shower wall. Spreading her legs and pushing her back down the stranger positioned Marcy in a bent at the waist stance with her hand as support on the shower wall. Wishing for the man to now invade her now aching love Marcy begged louder. Marcy finally quieted down as a hand gripped her waist and she felt the man's rigid dick enter her slowly.

Nearly climaxing as inch after glorious inch gradually found its way into her, Marcy shook. Her body trembled as the man's hands gripped her waist, and casually aided his dick's ascent into her most secret place. Already in a state of bliss Marcy, felt as she was prepared to die on cloud nine as the man slowly pumped himself in and out of her love hole. Moaning, she begged for the stranger to go faster. Crying she begged for the stranger to go harder. Her breath would not catch as the question mark man left her feeling full and empty with his steady mind numbing pace. Finally finding the strength to produce words Marcy yelled at the unfamiliar person to "fuck" her harder.

No acknowledgement of her request was noted except the quickening of the unknown man's pace. While the man accelerated his tempo Marcy still begged to be fuck harder as the instrument of her delight rhythmically pleased her. The acknowledgement of her request was recognized by the added force in which the stranger now drove himself inside her. Now every forceful thrust from the stranger produce feelings of euphoria as the stranger propelled Marcy further still to climax. Even as more vigor went into every thrust Marcy found herself driven into the wall of her shower. Pressed against the shower wall Marcy could no longer prolong her involvement in her o so gratifying tryst. Just as the man powerfully pushed himself into again Marcy's body convulsed into the hardest climax of her life. At the same time the anonymous man continued to pound her sex against the shower wall. Causing wave after wave of pleasure as she climaxed, the man powered himself into Marcy until she went limp against the shower wall. Incapable of handling the sensory overload Marcy passed out.

When she finally awoke Marcy found herself naked in her bed, groggy from the experience that seemed to happen so long ago. Her blinds were open and the light was shining through into her decadent bedroom. After recounting exactly what happened Marcy dragged herself into her bathroom, where she found the word "thank you" written on her shower wall in bright red lipstick.