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I will finish this story before the end of February. The updates may slow down for a week or two but it will finish in February. And thanks for your support
Adultery Of Fantasies and Hidden Desires
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Update 6
It was the evening of the next day before Nitesh got to speak to Tanya again. She seemed happier, this time, talking enthusiastically about the work. She’d been for a jog around the island’s sandy shores, both to get a feel for the place and for the exercise. “It’s the only workout I’ll get while I’m here,” she told Nitesh, “So I figured I should get into the habit.”
“What do the others do?” Nitesh asked.
“There’s a weights room—you know what guys are like. With them, it’s all about the muscles.”
And she blushed. Nitesh wondered what the guys who worked on the island were like. Young, probably—closer to her age than he was. No doubt they were strong, hauling all that building equipment around. Had she been looking at them?
“Are you getting to know them?” Nitesh asked, trying to come at the subject in a roundabout way.
“Oh, you know...a little. I mean, I eat meals with them and stuff. And they do movie nights, so I guess I’ll see them there. They seem nice.”
Nitesh remembered what she’d said earlier. “Not too...hungry?”
She flushed again. “I got a few looks, when I was jogging.” She looked down at herself.
For the first time, Nitesh really focused on what she was wearing. A sports crop-top, with some sort of sports bra showing underneath. It stopped everything jiggling, but the scoop neck left a generous portion of cleavage on display, still gleaming with sweat. Her midriff was bare—soft skin, toned muscle and the dark little hollow of her navel. Black running shorts hugged her thighs like a second skin and he knew they must be just as tight on her ass. How many of the men had stopped their work to watch her approach, their eyes on those ripe, perfect breasts? How many had turned to watch her go, their gaze locked on the smooth curves of her ass?
The only woman on the island....
But Nitesh trusted her completely. In fact, the idea of all those guys getting horny watching his wife, unable to do anything about it, sort of turned him on.
“Anyone in particular?” Nitesh asked his wife with forced casualness. “I mean, are you getting to know any names?”
She considered. “Well, there’s Lalit. He’s been really friendly. And Rony, he’s nice.” Nitesh saw her check her watch. “Anyway, I should go take a shower.” She glanced off camera, presumably towards the bathroom. She’d been given an en-suite room, as a concession to her being the only woman. She blew me a kiss and told Nitesh she loved him, and then her hand was descending towards the keyboard to cut the connection.
“Wait,” Nitesh said suddenly, and she froze. “Could you...leave the camera on?”
She blinked at him on the screen. “You mean...while I take a shower?”
Nitesh nodded.
“You want to watch me in the shower?”
He nodded again.
Tanya flushed. “I don’t know...what if someone comes in?”
“Your room has a lock, right? Just leave the shower door open and turn the laptop so I can see.” said Nitesh.
She bit her lip and he could see her cheeks flush. But he could see something else, too—her breathing had grown just a little quicker, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. they were apart for weeks—they had to do something, or they’d both go crazy.
“Okay,” she said at last, and Nitesh punched the air. A few seconds later, the camera view twisted as she turned the laptop, and he was looking at the sliding door to the bathroom. They’d built it as a wet room so there was no shower curtain, just a nozzle to stand under. Perfect.
Nitesh watched as Tanya stripped off. Her hands were a little shaky as she peeled the crop top up over her breasts, resplendent in their black sports bra. She had never done this before and this act of hers was having a sexually stimulating effect on her.
She bit her lip again, gazing into the camera, and her innocence and nerves made his cock swell—if she’d dived in without hesitation it would have been hot enough, but the fact that she was doing it despite some reservations, because she loved him...that made it even hotter. Nitesh has always been scared of suggesting things to spice up their sex life but, somehow, it was easier with her on the screen instead of in the same room. For once, it felt like he could almost corrupt her a little.
Nitesh had no idea, then, how much that evil idea would come back to haunt him.
“Go on,” he told her. “You look beautiful.”
She smiled and then stripped the sports bra off. Nitesh caught his breath as her breasts spilled out, full and heavy and perfect, each globe topped by a soft pink bud. Her nipples were like pencil erasers, and when they were hard, they stood out a good way from her body. They were super-sensitive too—just a little rubbing and she’d be moaning, and even a gentle pinch was too much for her—both in terms of pain and pleasure, she said.
Luckily, he knew to be gentle.
Right now, they were soft...but Nitesh could already see them start to pucker as she stood there staring at the camera. She might have been hesitant, but a part of her clearly liked the feeling of being watched. She felt an unknown thrill exposing herself to the camera even if its her husband on the other end.
She kicked off her running shoes and then lowered her hands to her shorts...except she didn’t just lower them. They kind of skimmed down her body, as if to draw attention to her trim waist. It wasn’t exactly like a stripper would do it on stage—this was Tanya, after all: his sweet, innocent wife. But it had just a hint of stripper about it. She was getting into it.
Her thumbs hooked into the shorts and she slid them down, taking her panties with them at the same time. She was shaven down to a neat triangle of hair there, the silky brown curls not quite hiding her delicate pink lips. She flushed again as she exposed herself completely to him, her cheeks turning a crimson red due to shyness, but there was a sort of pride, too.
She stepped into the shower and pressed the button for the water. Fresh water was limited, so the showers were on a timer, she’d told him. Sixty seconds of water. Sixty seconds of watching her naked body glisten as she turned and stretched her arms overhead, getting every inch of her wet. Her breasts shone as they bounced and for a second, Nitesh almost considered stroking himself...but that would be weird, right? He found himself wishing there wasn’t a camera on his end, so he could do it without her knowing.
Nitesh caught himself and reddened. This was his wife he was watching! He shouldn’t be thinking of her like some slut on a website, and secretly jacking off to her!
The water stopped and she grabbed the bottle of shower gel. The idea was that you got wet, soaped up and then used another sixty second blast of water to rinse off. Of course, while the water was off you were left shivering and, as she frantically rubbed the shining green goo into her skin, Nitesh could see her nipples harden. Then she slapped her hand against the button again and gasped in relief as hot water crashed down over her. This time Nitesh was unable to stop his hand straying down to the front of his pants as he watched her rub her breasts...and then, to his delight, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs.
Her eyes fluttered closed and, private for a moment, Nitesh started to rub himself even as he watched her begin to do the same. He couldn’t believe she was playing with herself, right in front of him. Had she forgotten the camera was there, or was she doing it for his benefit? Either way, Nitesh ate it up, staring intently at the screen as her fingers played over her lips...and then slid between them.
Too soon, the water switched off and she pulled her hand away, then grabbed for the towel. Nitesh was so focused on what she was doing, he forgot to snatch his own hand away from his cock until it was too late.
She stared at the camera in amazement and then stepped closer. “Were you—”
Nitesh flushed. “No!” he swallowed. “OK, a little. Sorry. You just looked so...hot!”
Now she blushed. “Really?” she said shyly. She pulled the towel around herself. “OK. Um. I have to go.” And she ended the call, without a kiss or an I love you.
For long minutes afterwards, Nitesh was terrified. Had he angered her, or disappointed her? She’d known he was watching...surely, she must have guessed what he’d be tempted to do? On the other hand, it was the first time he’d ever watched her play with herself—had he freaked her out?
She sent him an instant message later that evening. “I sort of liked U watching. I think. Want to watch me again sometime?”
Nitesh with a beaming smile sent back, YES!!!
It was the evening of the next day before Nitesh got to speak to Tanya again. She seemed happier, this time, talking enthusiastically about the work. She’d been for a jog around the island’s sandy shores, both to get a feel for the place and for the exercise. “It’s the only workout I’ll get while I’m here,” she told Nitesh, “So I figured I should get into the habit.”
“What do the others do?” Nitesh asked.
“There’s a weights room—you know what guys are like. With them, it’s all about the muscles.”
And she blushed. Nitesh wondered what the guys who worked on the island were like. Young, probably—closer to her age than he was. No doubt they were strong, hauling all that building equipment around. Had she been looking at them?
“Are you getting to know them?” Nitesh asked, trying to come at the subject in a roundabout way.
“Oh, you know...a little. I mean, I eat meals with them and stuff. And they do movie nights, so I guess I’ll see them there. They seem nice.”
Nitesh remembered what she’d said earlier. “Not too...hungry?”
She flushed again. “I got a few looks, when I was jogging.” She looked down at herself.
For the first time, Nitesh really focused on what she was wearing. A sports crop-top, with some sort of sports bra showing underneath. It stopped everything jiggling, but the scoop neck left a generous portion of cleavage on display, still gleaming with sweat. Her midriff was bare—soft skin, toned muscle and the dark little hollow of her navel. Black running shorts hugged her thighs like a second skin and he knew they must be just as tight on her ass. How many of the men had stopped their work to watch her approach, their eyes on those ripe, perfect breasts? How many had turned to watch her go, their gaze locked on the smooth curves of her ass?
The only woman on the island....
But Nitesh trusted her completely. In fact, the idea of all those guys getting horny watching his wife, unable to do anything about it, sort of turned him on.
“Anyone in particular?” Nitesh asked his wife with forced casualness. “I mean, are you getting to know any names?”
She considered. “Well, there’s Lalit. He’s been really friendly. And Rony, he’s nice.” Nitesh saw her check her watch. “Anyway, I should go take a shower.” She glanced off camera, presumably towards the bathroom. She’d been given an en-suite room, as a concession to her being the only woman. She blew me a kiss and told Nitesh she loved him, and then her hand was descending towards the keyboard to cut the connection.
“Wait,” Nitesh said suddenly, and she froze. “Could you...leave the camera on?”
She blinked at him on the screen. “You mean...while I take a shower?”
Nitesh nodded.
“You want to watch me in the shower?”
He nodded again.
Tanya flushed. “I don’t know...what if someone comes in?”
“Your room has a lock, right? Just leave the shower door open and turn the laptop so I can see.” said Nitesh.
She bit her lip and he could see her cheeks flush. But he could see something else, too—her breathing had grown just a little quicker, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. they were apart for weeks—they had to do something, or they’d both go crazy.
“Okay,” she said at last, and Nitesh punched the air. A few seconds later, the camera view twisted as she turned the laptop, and he was looking at the sliding door to the bathroom. They’d built it as a wet room so there was no shower curtain, just a nozzle to stand under. Perfect.
Nitesh watched as Tanya stripped off. Her hands were a little shaky as she peeled the crop top up over her breasts, resplendent in their black sports bra. She had never done this before and this act of hers was having a sexually stimulating effect on her.
She bit her lip again, gazing into the camera, and her innocence and nerves made his cock swell—if she’d dived in without hesitation it would have been hot enough, but the fact that she was doing it despite some reservations, because she loved him...that made it even hotter. Nitesh has always been scared of suggesting things to spice up their sex life but, somehow, it was easier with her on the screen instead of in the same room. For once, it felt like he could almost corrupt her a little.
Nitesh had no idea, then, how much that evil idea would come back to haunt him.
“Go on,” he told her. “You look beautiful.”
She smiled and then stripped the sports bra off. Nitesh caught his breath as her breasts spilled out, full and heavy and perfect, each globe topped by a soft pink bud. Her nipples were like pencil erasers, and when they were hard, they stood out a good way from her body. They were super-sensitive too—just a little rubbing and she’d be moaning, and even a gentle pinch was too much for her—both in terms of pain and pleasure, she said.
Luckily, he knew to be gentle.
Right now, they were soft...but Nitesh could already see them start to pucker as she stood there staring at the camera. She might have been hesitant, but a part of her clearly liked the feeling of being watched. She felt an unknown thrill exposing herself to the camera even if its her husband on the other end.
She kicked off her running shoes and then lowered her hands to her shorts...except she didn’t just lower them. They kind of skimmed down her body, as if to draw attention to her trim waist. It wasn’t exactly like a stripper would do it on stage—this was Tanya, after all: his sweet, innocent wife. But it had just a hint of stripper about it. She was getting into it.
Her thumbs hooked into the shorts and she slid them down, taking her panties with them at the same time. She was shaven down to a neat triangle of hair there, the silky brown curls not quite hiding her delicate pink lips. She flushed again as she exposed herself completely to him, her cheeks turning a crimson red due to shyness, but there was a sort of pride, too.
She stepped into the shower and pressed the button for the water. Fresh water was limited, so the showers were on a timer, she’d told him. Sixty seconds of water. Sixty seconds of watching her naked body glisten as she turned and stretched her arms overhead, getting every inch of her wet. Her breasts shone as they bounced and for a second, Nitesh almost considered stroking himself...but that would be weird, right? He found himself wishing there wasn’t a camera on his end, so he could do it without her knowing.
Nitesh caught himself and reddened. This was his wife he was watching! He shouldn’t be thinking of her like some slut on a website, and secretly jacking off to her!
The water stopped and she grabbed the bottle of shower gel. The idea was that you got wet, soaped up and then used another sixty second blast of water to rinse off. Of course, while the water was off you were left shivering and, as she frantically rubbed the shining green goo into her skin, Nitesh could see her nipples harden. Then she slapped her hand against the button again and gasped in relief as hot water crashed down over her. This time Nitesh was unable to stop his hand straying down to the front of his pants as he watched her rub her breasts...and then, to his delight, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs.
Her eyes fluttered closed and, private for a moment, Nitesh started to rub himself even as he watched her begin to do the same. He couldn’t believe she was playing with herself, right in front of him. Had she forgotten the camera was there, or was she doing it for his benefit? Either way, Nitesh ate it up, staring intently at the screen as her fingers played over her lips...and then slid between them.
Too soon, the water switched off and she pulled her hand away, then grabbed for the towel. Nitesh was so focused on what she was doing, he forgot to snatch his own hand away from his cock until it was too late.
She stared at the camera in amazement and then stepped closer. “Were you—”
Nitesh flushed. “No!” he swallowed. “OK, a little. Sorry. You just looked so...hot!”
Now she blushed. “Really?” she said shyly. She pulled the towel around herself. “OK. Um. I have to go.” And she ended the call, without a kiss or an I love you.
For long minutes afterwards, Nitesh was terrified. Had he angered her, or disappointed her? She’d known he was watching...surely, she must have guessed what he’d be tempted to do? On the other hand, it was the first time he’d ever watched her play with herself—had he freaked her out?
She sent him an instant message later that evening. “I sort of liked U watching. I think. Want to watch me again sometime?”
Nitesh with a beaming smile sent back, YES!!!
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Update 7
The morning light danced through the blinds, casting a series of sharp lines across the tiled floor. Tanya stood in the centre; her breaths heavy from the exertion of her run. Her hair clung to her damp forehead as she reached for the towel hanging from the rack. With a swift motion, she wiped the sweat from her face, the fabric leaving a trail of coolness in its wake.
Her eyes fell on the mirror, reflecting an image of a woman flushed with the warmth of exertion. The tightness of her skin spoke of the effort she had put into her jog, and she couldn't help but admire the way her muscles rippled under her smooth, moist surface. Her hand travelled down to the zipper of her tracksuit, tracing the line that separated the fabric from her bare flesh.
With deliberate slowness, Tanya began to peel the suit away from her body. She revelled in the sensation of cool air against her heated skin. The garment pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, standing in nothing but her sports bra and panties. The material clung to her curves, outlining the firmness of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. A smirk played on her lips as she reached behind to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor and free her breasts. They bounced gently with the motion, their tips already peaked with arousal.
The showerhead hissed to life, spraying warm water over the glass enclosure. Steam began to fill the room, fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of her reflection. She stepped into the embrace of the water, feeling it cascade down her back and run in rivulets down her legs. The heat washed over her, relaxing her muscles and heightening her senses. Taking the bar of soap from the shelf, she began to lather her body. Her hands moved in lazy circles, starting at her neck and shoulders, savouring the slickness against her skin.
Her breasts were next, the soap gliding over her firm mounds with a gentle touch. She took her time, her thumbs flicking over her nipples, watching as they grew harder under her ministrations. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down her spine, making her legs quiver. With a low moan, she allowed the soap to slip lower, her stomach muscles tensing in anticipation. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of sweat and the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
Her hand slid down her flat stomach, tracing the line of her pussy. which already wet with desire, and she felt her clit swollen with need. Taking a deep breath, she began to massage herself, her movements slow and deliberate. The water pattered against her skin like a soft drumbeat, echoing the rhythm of her own pulse. The heat from the shower enveloped her, adding to the building tension between her legs.
Her eyes widened in shock when the shower door slid open. In the steam-filled room, a fully nude muscular man stepped in. His skin was slick with water, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a bolt of excitement through her. Tanya's hand froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the sudden intrusion like a jolt of electricity, the tension in the room shifting from one of solo pleasure to one of shared, heightened desire.
The man's gaze raked over her body, lingering on the spot between her legs where she had been playing. A smouldering smile spread across his face, and he took a step closer, his foot splashing in the pooling water. She could see the outline of his arousal growing against his muscular thigh. His movements were purposeful, unhurried, and Tanya felt her own anticipation spiral higher.
Her eyes remained locked on his, the surprise giving way to curiosity. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she felt her mouth open slightly, inviting his touch. He took advantage, his hand sliding down to her chin and tilting her head back. The water continued to cascade around them, muffling the world outside and leaving them in a cocoon of heat and steam. His other hand found her wrist, guiding it away from her body.
He stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. His erection brushed against her thigh, sending a jolt of desire through her. Without breaking eye contact, the man took the soap from her hand and began to lather her body with the same slow, methodical strokes she had been using. His touch was firm but gentle, sending shivers down her spine as he explored every curve and contour.
Tanya's breaths grew heavier as his thumb traced her bottom lip, and she felt the urge to bite it, to claim some semblance of control in this unexpected situation. But she didn't. Instead, she parted her lips and took a shallow breath, the steam swirling around them as the tension grew.
The man leaned in, his eyes dark with lust, and claimed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue slid against hers, the soap from her hand mixing with the taste of him. The kiss was hungry, a declaration of intent that sent a tremor through her body. Her hand, now free, found its way to his chest, feeling the strength beneath the slick skin. His muscles rippled under her touch, and she realized with a jolt that she had missed this – the feeling of power and masculinity, the scent of a man's desire.
Tanya's right hand hypnotically moved closer to his thick manhood. She watched the scene unfold in the foggy mirror, as if it was being played out in slow motion. Her fingers closed around his shaft, the soap making the contact smoother, more erotic. She began to stroke him, her movements matching the rhythm of his kiss. The soap bubbles danced around his cock, catching the light from the shower and casting shimmering reflections on the tiles.
His hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his kiss grew more insistent. The sensation of his hardness in her grip was exhilarating, a silent symphony of passion that played in sync with the pounding of the shower. His hips rocked gently against her palm, urging her to go faster, harder. The water cascading over them added to the rhythm, a natural crescendo to their silent melody.
Tanya's eyes never left his in the mirror, the reflection of their bodies intertwined like a living painting of lust. Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in a sensual dance as the soap created a slick, erotic barrier between her skin and his. The water droplets caught on the tip of his cock, glistening like jewels in the soft light. Her own arousal was palpable, her breaths coming in ragged gasps that matched the tempo of her hand. The background was slowly getting brighter by each passing moment.
Even when it was getting harder to clearly see one can hear the man's moans which grew louder, vibrating in her mouth as his kisses grew more urgent. His hand left her neck to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his thumb circled her nipple. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through her, making her legs quiver and her core tighten. She could feel his cock swell in her grip, and she knew he was close. His hips began to buck, pushing into her hand with increasing desperation. And then there was a blinding white light and Nitesh woke up from his sleep glistening with sweat and a raging hard on.
The morning light danced through the blinds, casting a series of sharp lines across the tiled floor. Tanya stood in the centre; her breaths heavy from the exertion of her run. Her hair clung to her damp forehead as she reached for the towel hanging from the rack. With a swift motion, she wiped the sweat from her face, the fabric leaving a trail of coolness in its wake.
Her eyes fell on the mirror, reflecting an image of a woman flushed with the warmth of exertion. The tightness of her skin spoke of the effort she had put into her jog, and she couldn't help but admire the way her muscles rippled under her smooth, moist surface. Her hand travelled down to the zipper of her tracksuit, tracing the line that separated the fabric from her bare flesh.
With deliberate slowness, Tanya began to peel the suit away from her body. She revelled in the sensation of cool air against her heated skin. The garment pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, standing in nothing but her sports bra and panties. The material clung to her curves, outlining the firmness of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. A smirk played on her lips as she reached behind to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor and free her breasts. They bounced gently with the motion, their tips already peaked with arousal.
The showerhead hissed to life, spraying warm water over the glass enclosure. Steam began to fill the room, fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of her reflection. She stepped into the embrace of the water, feeling it cascade down her back and run in rivulets down her legs. The heat washed over her, relaxing her muscles and heightening her senses. Taking the bar of soap from the shelf, she began to lather her body. Her hands moved in lazy circles, starting at her neck and shoulders, savouring the slickness against her skin.
Her breasts were next, the soap gliding over her firm mounds with a gentle touch. She took her time, her thumbs flicking over her nipples, watching as they grew harder under her ministrations. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down her spine, making her legs quiver. With a low moan, she allowed the soap to slip lower, her stomach muscles tensing in anticipation. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of sweat and the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
Her hand slid down her flat stomach, tracing the line of her pussy. which already wet with desire, and she felt her clit swollen with need. Taking a deep breath, she began to massage herself, her movements slow and deliberate. The water pattered against her skin like a soft drumbeat, echoing the rhythm of her own pulse. The heat from the shower enveloped her, adding to the building tension between her legs.
Her eyes widened in shock when the shower door slid open. In the steam-filled room, a fully nude muscular man stepped in. His skin was slick with water, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a bolt of excitement through her. Tanya's hand froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the sudden intrusion like a jolt of electricity, the tension in the room shifting from one of solo pleasure to one of shared, heightened desire.
The man's gaze raked over her body, lingering on the spot between her legs where she had been playing. A smouldering smile spread across his face, and he took a step closer, his foot splashing in the pooling water. She could see the outline of his arousal growing against his muscular thigh. His movements were purposeful, unhurried, and Tanya felt her own anticipation spiral higher.
Her eyes remained locked on his, the surprise giving way to curiosity. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she felt her mouth open slightly, inviting his touch. He took advantage, his hand sliding down to her chin and tilting her head back. The water continued to cascade around them, muffling the world outside and leaving them in a cocoon of heat and steam. His other hand found her wrist, guiding it away from her body.
He stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. His erection brushed against her thigh, sending a jolt of desire through her. Without breaking eye contact, the man took the soap from her hand and began to lather her body with the same slow, methodical strokes she had been using. His touch was firm but gentle, sending shivers down her spine as he explored every curve and contour.
Tanya's breaths grew heavier as his thumb traced her bottom lip, and she felt the urge to bite it, to claim some semblance of control in this unexpected situation. But she didn't. Instead, she parted her lips and took a shallow breath, the steam swirling around them as the tension grew.
The man leaned in, his eyes dark with lust, and claimed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue slid against hers, the soap from her hand mixing with the taste of him. The kiss was hungry, a declaration of intent that sent a tremor through her body. Her hand, now free, found its way to his chest, feeling the strength beneath the slick skin. His muscles rippled under her touch, and she realized with a jolt that she had missed this – the feeling of power and masculinity, the scent of a man's desire.
Tanya's right hand hypnotically moved closer to his thick manhood. She watched the scene unfold in the foggy mirror, as if it was being played out in slow motion. Her fingers closed around his shaft, the soap making the contact smoother, more erotic. She began to stroke him, her movements matching the rhythm of his kiss. The soap bubbles danced around his cock, catching the light from the shower and casting shimmering reflections on the tiles.
His hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his kiss grew more insistent. The sensation of his hardness in her grip was exhilarating, a silent symphony of passion that played in sync with the pounding of the shower. His hips rocked gently against her palm, urging her to go faster, harder. The water cascading over them added to the rhythm, a natural crescendo to their silent melody.
Tanya's eyes never left his in the mirror, the reflection of their bodies intertwined like a living painting of lust. Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in a sensual dance as the soap created a slick, erotic barrier between her skin and his. The water droplets caught on the tip of his cock, glistening like jewels in the soft light. Her own arousal was palpable, her breaths coming in ragged gasps that matched the tempo of her hand. The background was slowly getting brighter by each passing moment.
Even when it was getting harder to clearly see one can hear the man's moans which grew louder, vibrating in her mouth as his kisses grew more urgent. His hand left her neck to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his thumb circled her nipple. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through her, making her legs quiver and her core tighten. She could feel his cock swell in her grip, and she knew he was close. His hips began to buck, pushing into her hand with increasing desperation. And then there was a blinding white light and Nitesh woke up from his sleep glistening with sweat and a raging hard on.
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