Chapter 36: I INSIST

I took a step forward and gave the wooden door a soft knock. Sarah stiffened instantly, her head snapping around, and our eyes met directly through the open gap of the door. She flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, immediately trying to pull her hand away from her crotch, and averted her gaze to the floor. She muttered something very low and breathless under her breath. I couldn’t make out the exact words over the pounding of my own heart, but the subtext was obvious: she wasn’t telling me to leave.

I pushed the door fully open, stepped into the bathroom, and clicked it shut behind me. She stood up straight, trying half-heartedly to cover her wet pussy with her hands, her wide eyes locking onto mine.

"I, um... let me help you with that, Sarah," I said, keeping my voice incredibly smooth and steady.

"I can’t ask you to do something like that, Chance..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "It’s... it’s too much."

"I insist," I smiled, taking a step closer until I could feel the heat radiating off her bare skin. "Please. Let me."

"O-okay..." she whispered, completely submitting to the command.

I didn’t waste another second. I stripped off my boxers, letting them hit the bathroom floor, and stepped into the cramped shower stall completely naked. My dick was standing straight up, rigid and veiny, nearly brushing against her stomach as I stepped behind her.

Obeying the silent cue, Sarah slowly leaned forward again, planting both of her hands firmly against the wet tiled wall, bracing herself as she arched her big ass directly toward my waist. I stepped in close, placing one broad palm flat over her soft, trembling cheek, squeezing the flesh tightly. With my other hand, I slid two fingers directly into her soaking entrance.

The heat inside her cunt was intense. My fingers slid in effortlessly, immediately coating themselves in the thick, creamy mixture of her natural juices and the massive volume of cum I’d pumped into her minutes ago. I hooked my fingers slightly, pulling them out in slow strokes, gathering the heavy white fluid and letting it drip down her thighs. Every time my knuckles rubbed against her clitoris on the way out, a sharp, ragged moan escaped her lips, her hips twitching backward against my hand in pure, involuntary pleasure. I worked thoroughly, exploring her tight walls, gathering more and more of the sticky evidence with every deep slide.

"I... I think that’s all of it," she finally panted, her thighs shaking so badly she could barely keep her balance against the wall.

"Yeah..." I murmured, my voice thick as I reluctantly withdrew my soaked fingers.

Fuck yeah. With that, I earned twenty-five EXP.

I reached over and turned the silver handle on the wall, clicking the showerhead on. A steady, warm downpour instantly burst from above, hitting us both. Sarah stood up straight under the deluge, letting the warm water wash over her face and shoulders, rinsing the remaining slickness down her legs and straight into the drain. We stood there together in the steaming stall, the water running over both of our bodies as the glass completely fogged up, shutting out the rest of the world.

I took a step closer toward her under the downpour. The forward movement brought my cock right against her tummy, where it gave a violent twitch and softly tapped against her skin, leaving a fresh smear of precum against her wet stomach.

"Sarah," I said, lifting my hand to cup her warm cheek, my thumb brushing away the streaming water. "You are... perfect."

"Y-you’re... still... hard," she whispered, her eyes immediately darting down to my crotch. She let out a breathless, half-shocked laugh. "That wasn’t enough for you, huh?"

I just shook my head, keeping my eyes locked onto hers.

"Um..." She muttered, her chest heaving as she looked back up at me. "W-we can’t... have sex again, Chance. But... if you want..."

Without finishing her sentence, she slowly slid down the wet tile wall, sinking to her knees right there on the floor of the shower stall. The movement brought my twitching dick just inches away from her face. Fuck, a blowjob? My cock was throbbing like crazy under her gaze, and it was honestly a little embarrassing. The reality of me being a total virgin up until ten minutes ago was staring me right in the face, and the sheer over-sensitivity was making my legs feel like jelly.

"It’s... so lively," she smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing as she looked at the veiny shaft. She reached out, her wet fingers gently wrapping around the base to steady it. "I... it’s been so long since I gave my husband a... uh... b-blowjob. So... tell me if I do anything wrong or if it hurts, okay?"

"Oh..." I gulped down hard, the steam in the bathroom suddenly feeling suffocating. "Y-yeah. Sure."

She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, parting her lips, and slowly slid the head of my cock into her mouth. The difference between of her warm, slick mouth against the cool shower water running down my body was an absolute shock to my system. I let out a low, ragged groan, my fingers instantly reaching out to plant themselves firmly against the tiled wall behind her for support.

She started off slow, bobbing her head back and forth, wrapping her wet lips tightly around the shaft as she took me in. Every time her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge at the top, a violent shiver ran straight down my spine. The suction was incredible, a million times better than anything I had ever imagined during my late-night sessions.

Suddenly, she popped my dick out of her mouth with a soft click and gave the shaft a few slow, firm rubs with her wet palm. She looked up at me through her wet eyelashes. "Let me know when you’re getting close, okay? I don’t wanna choke."

"Sure..." I choked out, my voice completely strained as I stared down at her.

She leaned back in, quickening the pace. The warm water from the showerhead kept beating down on us, washing over her hair and running down my chest, slicking everything up perfectly. I closed my eyes, my head tilting back against the ceiling of the stall as a deep moan tore from my throat.

Internally, my brain was completely short-circuiting all over again. A married woman was literally on her knees in my shower, sucking my dick, while her pathetic husband was pacing up and down the street right under my bedroom window. The sheer taboo of the situation, combined with the intense physical sensation, was driving me absolutely insane.

"Does it... feel good, Chance?" she murmured against the skin, her voice muffled as she kept working her mouth up and down the shaft.

"Fuck, Sarah... yes... it feels amazing," I moaned, my fingers digging hard into the grout of the tiles.

A few minutes of that nonstop, warm friction was all it took to completely break my endurance. The pressure in my lower stomach built up at a terrifying speed. I was right on the absolute threshold, the head of my cock swelling to its limit.

"Sarah... fuck... I’m going to..." I gasped out, my hips involuntarily twitching forward.

Sensing the shift, Sarah moved her mouth away at the last second, sliding her hand up to grip the shaft firmly. She gave it two fast, tight rubs, her thumb flicking right over the tip.

The dam broke completely. I came hard, my climax exploding out of me with a violent shudder. Because I was completely hard-wired from the excitement, the volume shot out in thick, heavy ropes, splattering directly across her wet face, cheek, and chin. My thighs trembled violently, my breath hitching in my throat as the intense rush of the release slowly drained out of me.

My dick finally started going soft, sliding out of her slick grip as the pulsing stopped.

Sarah stayed on her knees for a second, panting softly, before she leaned her face directly under the streaming showerhead. She let the warm water wash the sticky mess completely off her face and hair, blinking the droplets away. Standing up slowly, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and offered me another incredibly shy, vulnerable smile.

"Um... let’s... let’s just finish our shower and get out, mm?" she suggested quietly, her voice trembling slightly from the exhaustion.

I gave a slow nod, my brain still completely dazed and floating in post-nut clarity. "Y-yeah... sounds like a plan."

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Sexual Encounter Completed

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REWARD(S): 40 EXP

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After a quick, surprisingly uneventful shower, we got out. After changing into fresh clothes, while Sarah had to throw her old stuff back on since she hadn’t brought a change of wardrobe, we stepped into the living room. Fucking hell... I felt like a whole new man.

"Chance," she said, stopping right in front of me near the door. "T-thank you for everything."

"Yeah... no problem," I said, keeping my tone perfectly relaxed.

"But I think... I need to go now," she said, giving a small, tentative nod. "And... try to make things up with Hubert."

"What?"

My eyes widened as a heavy system notification overlay forced itself into my vision.