Shower of Savage Desire

As I stepped into the quiet corridor leading to your hotel room, I noticed your door was slightly open. To a passerby, it might’ve seemed shut, but when my fingers brushed the handle and it swung inward, my suspicion was confirmed.

I couldn’t fathom why your room was left like this – all I know is I crossed the threshold, my pulse racing with dread. Were you inside, or had you stepped out, due back any second? I eased the door closed behind me. You were my colleague, and married, no less – this was utterly irrational.

If you caught me here, I’d have no defense, but my longing for you had burned too long… I knew I was invisible to you. Just the “new guy” at the firm. At 41, you carried your age with a grace that made my 26 years feel childish, but you set my blood on fire.

Every morning, I’d watch you stride into the office, dressed with effortless allure – those tailored dresses that clung to your curves, those blouses with necklines that teased my imagination, daring me to steal a glimpse of lace beneath…

So when the company chose us to represent them at a trade expo in Miami, it felt like fate. The event promised to be a slog – endless panels and networking – but four days in your orbit was a dream I couldn’t resist…

Three steps into your room, I froze. The shower was running… my heart thundered so hard I could taste it. I kicked off my shoes, moving silently, and crept toward the bathroom. You were singing, some sultry jazz tune, your voice low and teasing. Through the frosted glass of the shower, I caught your silhouette – those hips, that sinuous spine… it was almost too much to process.

I knew I should bolt. If you turned and saw me, my career was toast – your influence at the firm was ironclad. But I was spellbound, some primal force dragging me forward, past all logic… before I knew it, my shirt was off, then my pants. A faint voice in my head screamed to stop, but my desire for you drowned it out.

Standing naked, I caught my reflection. My erection stood proud – seven inches, thick and ready. The gym had sculpted my frame well, my 6’1″ height adding to the effect. My ex used to rave about my body, especially my cock – its girth, she said, was her obsession. Staring at it now, I couldn’t disagree.
That sight steeled my nerve. I moved to the shower door, knowing the risk was insane, but my need to claim you, to feel you, even just this once, was unstoppable…
I gripped the handle, heart pounding. You were mid-chorus, your voice sultry, oblivious… for someone who joked about struggling with English pitches, you sang with confidence.

Sliding the glass door open, I was briefly hidden by your turned back. Then you spun around. Your eyes widened, a gasp caught in your throat, but I held my ground…

Somehow, without words, I steadied you. My unflinching stare must’ve signaled there was no escape from what was coming…

I reached out, my hand grazing your hip. The contact sent a jolt through me, like I might collapse. You didn’t pull away – part aroused, part paralyzed by shock. I seized the moment, my hands exploring your hips, your flat stomach, inching upward until my fingers brushed the curve beneath your breast… I met your gaze, signaling my intent. Then, boldly, I palmed your breast, feeling its weight, its firmness.

Your surprise at my nerve was palpable. Your nipple, hard under my touch, spurred me on. I leaned in, kissing you fiercely, my lips claiming yours with a hunger I’d suppressed for months. At first, you were passive, but soon your mouth softened, your tongue meeting mine in a desperate dance, wet and urgent, our breaths mingling as the shower’s steam enveloped us.

Your fingers tangled in my hair, then slid down my neck, my shoulders… you were into it now, your hands roaming lower, gripping my ass, kneading its firmness with a moan that told me you were hooked. I mirrored you, my hands cupping your ass, firm and perfect, my finger teasing the sensitive rim, drawing a shudder from you… Without a word, I turned you to face the wall. You started to speak, but for the first time, I was the one in control.

I pressed you against the tiles, your back and ass exposed to me. My lips found your neck, kissing, nipping, trailing down your spine as the water cascaded over us. My hands slid around, cupping your breasts from behind – full, firm, defying gravity in a way that made my head spin.

Having you so pliant, so yielding, was intoxicating. You were the office’s untouchable queen, commanding every room. Now, I was groping your breasts freely, my teeth grazing your perfect ass. My tongue flicked over your tight hole, and your sharp gasp told me it drove you wild…

Kneeling in the shower, I slid a hand between your thighs, finding the searing heat of your pussy. I didn’t tease gently – I wanted you to feel owned. My fingers rubbed you roughly, your clit swollen under my touch, then I thrust two fingers deep inside. Your body jerked, a moan escaping as your hips bucked against my hand. Your breaths came faster, louder, and I was determined to push you further.