In the Shower with a Sexy Senior
I never planned for the evening to turn out this way. I’d come by Anna’s house just to help fix her leaking shower. She was a mature woman in her sixties—sensual and radiating a confidence that made my heart race faster. When she appeared in the doorway in a gauzy robe that revealed her slender legs and delicate collarbones, I had a hard time tearing my gaze away. Her eyes sparkled with a mysterious glint, and the faint scent of lavender perfume filled the room.
-“Thanks for coming,” - she said softly.
-“That shower’s been driving me crazy lately.”
We headed to the bathroom. Steam already hung in the air, and the gray mosaic tiles glistened in the warm light. I knelt to examine the faucet, but I couldn’t help noticing how Anna’s gaze traveled slowly over me as her fingers brushed the silky fabric of her robe.
-“Maybe you’d like to freshen up too?” - she asked suddenly, her voice low and husky as she stepped closer.
Before I could answer, I felt her hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her eyes—deep, piercing, and full of promise. Her robe slipped easily off her shoulders, revealing firm breasts and slender hips. She stood there naked, beautiful and self-assured, while the rising steam only accentuated every curve of her body.
In an instant, we were under the shower. Warm water streamed over her skin as I held her bare back, my lips trailing down to her damp neck and chest. She tasted of water and pure femininity, and the sound of her soft moans and quickening breath ignited my desire even further.
Anna ran her hands slowly down my torso, tracing every muscle before reaching lower to take me in a strong, yet tender grip. Water cascaded over us as we touched each other hungrily, without shame or hesitation.
When I finally slid into her, pressing her hips against the cool tiles, she moaned loudly and pulled me close, her fingers tangling in my hair. Our bodies moved in time with the rushing water, and every gasp and sigh she gave filled the small bathroom with pure pleasure. Her body arched and trembled in my arms as I thrust deeper, driven by the heat and slickness surrounding me.
-“Yes… just like that,” - she whispered hoarsely into my ear, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me even closer.
Water ran down our bodies, through our hair, across our faces and shoulders, and we lost ourselves in the intensity of it all. Her hands glided across my back, her nails digging into my skin as the tension built higher and higher. I quickened my pace, feeling a powerful wave of release surge through me. Her moans grew louder and more urgent, and I answered with my own deep, ragged growls.
When we finally shattered together in a dizzying crescendo, the shower still hissed above us and the rising steam wrapped around us like a silken veil, shielding our passionate secret. For a long moment we held each other close, feeling the steady beat of our hearts and the lingering warmth of our entwined bodies.
Anna looked up at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile as her fingers brushed my cheek.
-“I do love unexpected repairs,” - she whispered, a glimmer of satisfaction and promise in her eyes that told me this was only the beginning of our wet, thrilling adventure.