Chapter 11

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With a rueful little smile Kim pushed herself up off the mattress and headed for the bathroom.  All good things must come to an end, and her little afternoon rendezvous certainly had been good.  Fantastic, in fact.

When she stepped into the small room Kim chuckled quietly.  It was the ugliest bathroom she had ever seen, the walls tiled in avocado green, gray, and black porcelain squares with a gray linoleum floor.  A hideous moss-green faux-marbled laminate countertop surrounded a scuffed green sink bowl.  Even the toilet was green.  And just like Jon predicted, the seat was up.

Kim tugged open the water-stained door to the shower cubicle and reached inside to turn on the tap.  She squeaked when frigid water rained down on her from the shower head.  Dialing up the hot water knob all the way, she stepped back and closed the door.

Kimberly flipped down the toilet seat and relieved herself, then looked under the vanity for a clean towel and washcloth.  She found them, along with a gigantic package of toilet paper, a large box of condoms, three cans of AquaNet hairspray, and a big, professional-grade hair dryer.  

Giggling quietly, she gave in to her curiosity and pulled open the mirrored front of the medicine cabinet.  Inside she saw the usual male hygiene and first aid products.  At least there was no medication to treat crabs, like she had found in a previous lover’s medicine cabinet.  That relationship had come to an abrupt end.

Setting the towel on the vanity, Kim pulled open the door and stepped into the now-tepid shower.  She raised her face to the spray and wet her hair before standing still for a minute, closing her eyes and letting the water rain down over her body.

“Need somebody to wash your back?”

Kim jumped when she heard Jon’s voice on the other side of the shower door.  She opened her eyes and saw his silhouette through the frosted glass.  A surge of excitement swept over her at the thought of Jon’s wet, hard body sliding against hers.  As tiny as this shower was, they wouldn’t be able to avoid contact if they wanted to.

“Sure.” Kim held her breath as she waited for Jon’s reply.

The shower door popped open, swinging outward.  A draft of cool air swirled in, preceding Jon’s entrance.  Kim shivered as her nipples contracted at the breeze and at the sight of the gorgeous, naked man outside the door.

“Looks like you found what you need.” Jon observed, stepping into the cubicle.  Kim shrank back against the wall to give him room, gasping softly at the contact of the cool tile with her skin.  Jon chuckled as he pulled the door shut behind him.

Reaching up to adjust the showerhead so the spray rained straight down, Jon grinned at Kim.  “Well, look at you.  All nice and slippery.”  His eyes dropped appreciatively to her puckered nipples.  “Slippery when Wet.”

Kim giggled at his corny reference to his band’s album title.  “Oh, is this where you got the idea for the record?”  Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him.

“Uh huh.”  Jon nodded.  “There were these titty clubs in Vancouver, where we recorded the tracks.  The strippers would take showers on stage.”  He pursed his lips into a sexy pout before grinning again.  “You could say we were… um… influenced by our surroundings.”

“Ah.  I see.”  Kim smirked coyly.  “You ever get up there and join them?”

“Nah.  I just watched.”  Jon reached up to gently cup Kim’s breast in his palm.  “You’d get kicked out if you tried to get up onstage, anyway.  Ask Richie.”

Kim laughed at that.  She had no problem at all picturing the mischievous guitarist trying such a stunt.  Her laugh faded to a soft purr as Jon raised his other hand to her chest.  He fondled both her breasts as he dropped his mouth to Kim’s, kissing her langorously.

“Mmmmm….” Kim hummed as Jon pushed his hips forward until his body contacted hers.  Once again she felt a thick, rigid length of flesh pressing against her abdomen.  She giggled.  “Well, that didn’t take long.”  Kim dropped her hand between their bodies, gently grasping Jon’s shaft.

Jon grinned.  “Just the thought of you in here, all naked and soapy…” He didn’t finish his thought, instead capturing her mouth again.  He groaned softly as Kim’s fist tightened around his cock, squeezing gently before sliding up and down.

“I’m not soapy.  Haven’t had a chance yet,” Kim mumbled against Jon’s mouth.

“Let me,” Jon pulled away from the kiss and reached for a bar of soap.  Waving it under the water, he clasped the green-striped cube between his hands and rubbed. 

Kim giggled and wrinkled her nose as the soap’s strong, familiar scent wafted through the warming shower’s steam.  “Irish Spring?”

“Sorry.  It’s all I have.”  Jon shrugged sheepishly.

“It’s okay.”  Kim grinned saucily and quoted the commercial.  “Fresh and clean as a whistle.”

Jon laughed, then pursed his lips for a wolf-whistle.  His smile turned to a smirk as he lowered the bar to Kim’s breast, sliding the foamy block over her skin.  Kim exhaled softly with the contact, then sucked in a sharp breath as Jon gently pinched at her nipples.  She raised her hands to Jon’s damp chest, combing her fingertips through his thick hair and scraping over the hard nailheads capping his pecs.

“Mmmm… Baby….” Jon purred as his hands slipped down Kim’s torso to her abdomen, tickling as he lathered her skin.  He rocked forward, again pressing her against the wall in the confined space.

“I need some soap,” Kim whispered huskily, reaching down to cover Jon’s hand with hers.  She attempted to take the bar from his palm, but squeaked when it slipped from her grasp and clattered to the shower floor.

Jon grinned naughtily.  “You gonna pick that up?”

Kim arched an eyebrow at his question.  “You want me to?”

“Oh yeah.”  Jon turned his body and took a half-step back to give Kim room to move.  His ass pressed back against tile as Kim crouched to retrieve the soap, lowering her head as she ducked under the shower’s spray.  He laughed softly as she scrabbled blindly around the shower floor for a moment, chasing the slippery bar. 

In assistance, Jon reached up to adjust the shower head, redirecting its spray toward his chest.  He quickly ducked his head under the water, running his fingers through his hair and slicking it back against his scalp.  He chuckled deep in his throat when Kim bumped against his shins in pursuit of the soap.  

Jon swiped his hands over his face, brushing the water away from his eyes.  His chuckle turned to a husky groan when he felt Kim’s hands on his thighs.  Jon looked down to see Kim smirking up at him, kneeling at his feet.  He watched as Kim half-closed her eyes, then extended her tongue toward his cock.  

“Oh, Baby…” Jon rumbled as Kim dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft and closed her lips over his head.  She suckled gently for a moment, then reached up to angle his dick downward so she could take him fully into her mouth.

“Jesus, Kim!” Jon gasped delightedly.  He sank back against the wall, his palms flattening against the cool tile.  He chuckled again, hardly able to believe his luck.  This girl who had caught his eye because of her cool confidence was not only a great lay, she gave fantastic head.  And he genuinely liked her.  Maybe he should think about making this more than a little “afternoon delight.”

As Jon mused about that possibility he was partially distracted from Kim’s actions.  But when he felt something smooth and hard rubbing over his balls his attention immediately snapped back to the present. 

“Oh FUCK!”  Jon realized that Kim was rubbing the soap against the insides of his thighs as she sucked him, gently massaging the quivering flesh there.  His head tipped back and his eyes fluttered shut as he let out a happy groan. He heard the soft thunk of the soap again hitting the floor before he felt Kim’s fingers close around his sac.  “Ohhhhh… GOD, Baby….”

Kim chuckled at Jon’s reaction, her mouth full of him.  Pulling slightly back from his crotch but not releasing him she looked up at Jon, admiring the curves and angles of his chest, neck, chin, and jaw.  Lord, she didn’t think she had ever seen a sexier man.  He would surely soon make one hell of a rock star.

And she could say she blew him back when.

Kim giggled at her private joke, the noise vibrating off Jon’s shaft.  The sensation roused him from his reverie and he dropped his head to look at her.  After staring down at Kim for a long moment, he reached to nudge at her shoulder.  “Come here.”  Jon’s voice was husky and passion-laden, even over the soft drum of the shower’s spray.

Kim let Jon slip from her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at him in surprise.  He had such a serious expression on his gorgeous face.  She hoped she hadn’t done something wrong.

Jon extended his hand to Kim and she took it, climbing carefully to her feet in the cramped space.  As she rose she couldn’t avoid sliding her body against Jon’s.  Kim stared breathlessly into Jon’s smoldering blue eyes as she felt her pulse race.

Jon stared back at Kim for a long moment before slowly raising his hands to cup her face.  Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he slowly lowered his head until their lips touched.  This time his kiss was tender and patient, not full of urgency and want though his body was so obviously ready for action.

Kim melted against Jon’s body as he deepened the kiss.  His hands left her face and brushed down her arms, then slipped to her waist.  He sighed softly as her hips pressed to his, capturing his erection between them. 

“Kim… you’re amazing.”  Jon stared into Kim’s beautiful hazel eyes as she gazed wide-eyed up at him.  For once he wasn’t lying, trying to make the girl-of-the-moment feel special so she’d let him use her body as his playground.  This time he meant it; this girl really was something.  He didn’t want to toy with her.

“Thanks.  So are you.” Her voice was quiet and even, though Jon could feel her heart thudding in her chest as he pressed his torso to hers.

Jon smiled again and slipped his hands downward, over her firm buttocks.  Kim’s eyes widened slightly as Jon bent his knees, then grasped the backs of her thighs.  She slid her arms around his neck as Jon turned her so her back was to the tile wall, then lifted. 

Kim squeaked softly as Jon pressed her against the cool tile, raising her hips above his.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind him as she held on tightly to his neck.  “Jon…” she breathed as she felt his swollen head probing at her entrance.

“Relax, Baby…” Jon murmured in Kim’s ear, his voice making her sigh.  With firm hands on her hips, Jon guided her down onto his shaft, her back sliding against the cool, wet tile as he filled her with his hard warmth.

“Ohhhhh…”  Kim’s whispered sigh sent a shiver through Jon.  He responded in kind, exhaling blissfully as he held her still, savoring the feel of her enveloping him.  Their earlier coupling had been frantic and wild; he hadn’t fully appreciated just how good Kim’s body felt against and around his.

Jon dropped his head to suck at Kim’s neck as he held her against the shower wall, impaled on his shaft.  Arching her back slightly, Kim tipped her head to allow his lips full access to the slender column of her throat.  “My God, Jon…” she breathed.  She slightly loosened her arms around his neck, arching further so that her slick breasts swelled against his hard pecs.  “Oh, Baby… fuck me.”

Jon growled softly in response and raised his face to hers.  “Okay.”  Holding her hips firmly, he leaned back a bit as he widened his stance and bent his knees.

Kim gasped as Jon pinned her to the wall, holding her motionless, as he pulled back his hips.  The angle at which he held her made his rigid cock drag hard against her forward wall as he withdrew.  The fantastic sensation made her whimper.  Kim’s vocalization turned into a full-throated moan as Jon shoved hard up into her, rocking his pelvis rapidly with jackhammer thrusts.

“Oh CHRIST!  KIM!” Jon gasped as his climax swelled.  He couldn’t believe the intensity of his pleasure as he drove into Kim’s hot core again and again and again.  He had fucked girls in the shower before, but never in this shower and never like this.

Kim wailed in response, her nails biting into Jon’s back as she held on for dear life, trying not to collapse with ecstasy.  She knew Jon wouldn’t let her fall:  Hell, how could he?  His hands were clenched over her hips like a pair of vises, and with every grunting thrust he propelled her upward against the slick wall.  She was more afraid of the intensity of the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her.  She could very well pass out.

“OH…. MY….. GOD…..”  Jon grunted with a trio of powerful thrusts.  “God….KIMMMMM!!!!!”  He announced his explosion with a hoarse howl.  

Kim’s voice joined his as she came, shuddering against the wall as Jon slumped forward onto her.  Instinctively Kim’s arms tightened around Jon’s neck as she squeezed her legs around his waist.  She felt Jon’s hands relax on her hips, then slide under her ass.

They stood motionless in the steamy little cubicle for what seemed like an eternity, clinging to each other and fighting to regain control of their bodies.  Finally Jon grasped the backs of Kim’s thighs and peeled her slowly off the shower wall.  Carefully he lowered her legs, helping her stand, his arms slipping around her waist once she found her footing.  

Jon held Kim in a tight embrace, feeling her heart pound in rhythm with his.  It felt good.

Kim sighed and rested her cheek against Jon’s chest as she listened to the rapid drum of his heartbeat.  She didn’t want to leave his arms, though she knew she had to.  The way Jon made her feel, just in the span of a few short hours… it was intense, euphoric.  She didn’t want to come down off this high.

“Hey.” Jon’s voice was soft in her ear and tinged with apology.  “We probably better get you cleaned up and ready for work.”

Kim raised her head from Jon’s chest and smiled ruefully up at him.  “Yeah.”

Jon returned her regretful smile, then lowered his mouth to Kim’s for a long, sweet kiss.  “Thanks,” he whispered.

Kim smiled and reached for the shampoo.

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