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Watching my girlfriend in the shower

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Watching my girlfriend in the shower by EZ92669This happened ten years ago, but the memory is still quite fresh in my mind. My girlfriend (I'll call her Gwen) and I had been going out for over a year, and had been having sex for most of that time. She was a very adventurous person and quite open to sexual exploration. She was19 years old, 5'7'', with a nice body and long brown hair. Her hips were somewhat narrow, but she had a magnificent set of large 34 B/C breasts with large, slightly raised areolas that I lusted after (and still fantasize about). Her nipples did not stand out very far, but were very nice to play with. Our relationship had gotten quite intimate, and we had gotten to the point of discussing some of our fantasies. Since one of my greatest fantasies was (and still is) watching a woman masturbate, the subject had come up before. We each knew that the other person masturbated, but I had not had the opportunity to observe her, given the fact that she had told me that her preferred method of masturbation was using one of those hand-held massage showerheads in her parents' bathroom. Since we were both at college at the time, there just wasn't one of those available at the time. Fortunately for me, we were both from the same home town, so I would see her at every Christmas and summer break. It was during one of those breaks that my wish finally came true. It was about 2 or 3 in the afternoon. It had been a very hot day, and I had just gotten to my girlfriend's house, as we had plans to go to the movies later in the day. I said hello to her parents and sat down in the living room to watch some TV, as my girlfriend was finishing up her chores. She told me that she would take a shower after she put everything away and then we would leave. As luck would have it, the phone rang before she finished. It was an aunt of hers who needed some help over at her house. Her parents told me they had to leave right away and that we should make sure to lock the house when we left. It turns out the aunt lived in a nearby town about 30 min away by car. As soon as I realized that my girlfriend's parents would be gone for at least an hour, my dick became as hard as a rock. Here was the chance I'd been waiting for. As soon as I heard the garage door close, I told Gwen of my plans. She smiled and agreed quite readily, as she liked to masturbate everyday, and had not had a chance to use her parent's bathroom for a few days. My heart and my cock were pounding with excitement and anticipation as we went into the bathroom. It was quite spacious, with a wide tub and a double sink set. Gwen came in with a towel wrapped around her body, gave me a quick kiss and got into the shower. I leaned back against the sink counter and got ready for the show. I left the bathroom door in the hopes that I would be able to hear the garage door open in case her parents came back. How I would be able to hear this above the noise of the shower and the roaring sound of the blood rushing through my ears in the heat of passion, I have no idea. But my throbbing penis would not let me think clearly. Fortunately, luck was on my side. Gwen stripped and turned on the water. Her nipples were erect and her legs were trembling, partly from embarrassment and partly from excitement, as she told me later. It was the first time she (and I) was going to share such a private personal and intimate act. It was one thing to have sex with someone, but this was exposing your most private moments for someone else's scrutiny. I was nervous myself, but so excited that I wasn't self conscious. She sat on the back rim of the tub, so her back was against the wall, and she was turned slightly sideways to face me. She rinsed herself with the warm water, adjusting the water jet to provide the adequate amount of pressure. She directed the showerhead so the stream hit her breasts. The areolas became somewhat smaller as the nipples stood at attention. With a nervous grin, she spread her legs and directed the water jet to her inner thighs. My eyes became riveted on her dark bush. I couldn't stand it any longer and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang free, and I reached for it, starting a slow stroke with the thumb above and three fingers on that sensitive area just beneath the glans. My index finger gently rubbed the cockhead with each stroke. Gwen spread her pussy lips with two fingers of her left hand. I could see her soft pinkish-white clit was hard and begging for attention. She then pointed the massager at her cunt and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. She seemed lost in her own world, and I didn't dare make a sound for fear of disrupting the moment. Not that I had much to say, either, for I was lost in the intensely erotic scene before me. She started to breathe in a slow, deep rhythm, and every few seconds would divert the stream away from her pussy and onto her inner thigh. To me this seemed to go on for quite a long time, as I had simply died and gone to jerkoff heaven. I would later learn that this interruption of the stream was necessary to maintain her excitement, as she said that the constant pressure would only numb her. by directing the stream away from her pussy, she would allow the sensitive nerve endings of her clit to "cool off." When the stream hit again, her cunt would be flooded with a new wave of erotic sensations. My hand was a blur over my dick, as I masturbated furiously. The sight was so incredible that I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as possible, so I would take frequent breaks to keep from cumming too soon. Beads of pre-cum collected on the slit of my cockhead, and some would dribble down, increasing my pleasure by providing some lubrication. Gwen's breathing was still deep and regular. Her eyes were still closed. She was really into it now. Her mouth was slightly agape and I could see the muscles of her jaw tensing up. The on- and off- rhythm of the water jet was becoming faster and her jaw was slightly jutting forward. The muscles of her stomach were tight, as were those on her legs. Her whole body was tensing up in anticipation of an orgasm. Suddenly, her breathing started to accelerate, and she was making small noises with each exhalation. Her mouth was open with an out-thrust jaw, and she grimaced with what must have been an almost painful surge of pleasure. Her hips and torso thrust forward two, three, four times as the orgasmic waves spread through her entire being. She directed the water jet away from herself, and I could see the opening of her cunt pulsating with the last throes. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. Somehow (don't ask me how!) I had managed not to cum while Gwen climaxed. She smiled and asked me: "Do you want me to try and have another one?" "Can you do it again so soon?" I said. She had never had more than one orgasm with me, and that usually required quite an effort on my part. "Sometimes I can cum two or three. I once did it four times in a row." "Oh God, yes! Please do it again! That was beautiful," I told her. This time I was going to time my orgasm to coincide with hers. I grabbed a tissue to catch the sperm. I knew it would be gallons of the stuff shooting out. Gwen spread herself again and began the ritual once more. I was also jerking and stopping, hoping to climax in synch. Unfortunately, it was not to be. After a little while, she told me that she was getting too numb, and didn't think that she could come again. By this time, my prick was bright red and begging for release. Since the show was over, I needed some further stimulation. "C'mon, honey. I need to fuck you after that." I said, overcome by lust. Gwen smiled and toweled herself briefly and hopped out of the shower while I undid my belt and dropped my jeans down around my ankles. I was so desperate that I raised her up on the sink counter and tried to push my dick into her cunt. Much to my chagrin, the water had removed some of her natural lubrications and her pussy was pretty dry. A bottle of baby oil was the answer to my prayers. She sat on the counter, spread some of the oil on her opening and lubed up my dick with her hands. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and pushed my cock into her cunt. After that wonderful show and all that prolonged self-tease, the soft warmth of her pussy was just too much for me. I wish I could say that I treated her to a great fuck and a second earth-shattering orgasm, but the truth is that after only a few thrusts, I felt that delicious tightness in my balls and my penis began pulsating with great throbs. Wave after wave of warm cum flew from my cock as I came deep inside her warm pussy. Each spurt took me to new heights, the glorious memory of my girlfriend masturbating running through my mind. My knees turned to jelly and we held each other tight. "I really should take that shower now," she said. And that brought us back to reality. I ran to the guest bathroom to clean myself off while she hopped back in the shower. All in all, we left the house way before her parents ever came back, but I think the thrill of danger at the possibility of being caught just added to the thrill of the moment. We eventually broke up, and I have been married twice since then, but I still remember that day, and jerk-off to the memory every once in a while.