This morning, I left my lover lying in our bed while I went to shave my legs and pussy before our daily ritual of a shared shower. Knowing that the basin was in full view of the bed, I took my time moving naked around the bathroom, popping in and out of his view as I ran hot water into a bowl, prepped a fresh razor and shaving cream, and then turned my back to him and propped one foot up on the basin to begin the task.

“Awesome view,” he remarks. I smile to myself, naughty giggle to him, and get on with the job – deliberately slowly, a few strokes of the razor up my right leg, rinse, start the next section ...

The odd comment, and mmmm, from the bed as I go.

Finished with the first leg, I put both feet on the floor, spread my legs to begin on the pussy, and look over my shoulder. He is grinning like the Cheshire Cat, propped on one elbow, his handsome cock in his fist. Slowly stroking.

If the back view while I was shaving my leg offered some tantalising glimpses, the contortions required to shave your pussy standing up produce even more titillating views as I bend over, manipulate the pussy lips to reach the razor into the most intimate places. I can’t help brushing my clit, with a small groan, and the idea that my lover is watching, and enjoying this has me wet, engorged, my pussy feeling heavy with arousal.

Done. Another glance over my shoulder. He is still grinning leeringly at me, rock hard with his own arousal, stroking ever so slowly to prolong the moment. A glistening of pre-cum in the morning light at his tip.

I exaggerate a slow bend over and stretch as I prop my left foot up on the basin, ready to do the left leg – wet it with warm water, lather up, about to begin the final stretch of the morning grooming.

I am half-dizzy with arousal, my pussy throbbing, but trying to stay focused on the task.

Strong arms come around my waist, hands reach up to hold my breasts, he leans into me, a tickle of chest hair against my back, his body warm from our bed, and breathes into my neck – a hot, slow, suckling kiss, little lick behind my right earlobe, he knows just where my erogenous zones are.

His rock-hard hard cock presses against my bum. His legs pressing against mine.

He has snuck up on me, unawares.

My breath catches in my throat. My senses on high alert, I lean back into his warmth, mmmm hello I say.

A hand drops down my front to my pussy, finger brushes over my smooth, soapy, swollen mound to my clit, dips down further to feel the warm wetness, then returns up to rub my juices over my hard nipple.

Now the other hand goes behind me, takes his cock and guides the hardness, inserting his cock into my pussy. I lean forward, gripping the basin, raise to my tiptoes, spread my legs wider and push down, wanting him all inside me.

In one stroke, he is in, all in. And he pauses. We adjust our bodies into sync and he pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts up again. Hard.

Now he is fucking me hard, thrusting, filling my pussy with his thick hard cock, gripping my breasts with one hand, the other braced against the wall, while I am bent over the basin, my fingers gripping, my legs straining to hold myself up on my toes. I can’t let go to reach around and caress or reciprocate his touch. I just take his cock, over and over.

The bathroom is filled with the sounds of urgent pleasure – moans, groans, oh fuck, oh fuck me, thrusting, fuck yes – and my pussy clamps down on his cock in orgasm as he shoots up into me.

A return to the bed for a rest of trembling legs, catching breath, is needed before the left leg can be completed and a shared, warm shower can be attempted.

For Kenneth.