The Storm 2 of 3

The Storm 2 of 3

We better get inside. I'm calling dibs on the shower, he replied. Carry sighed quietly, dissatisfied with his answer.

Though a shower sounded like a good idea, it was fucking freezing out here.

Entering the cabin, Joe felt more relaxed. His eyes caught sight of the Christmas ornaments that were left on the sofa. It wasn't an extraordinary cabin but it felt like a place that you didn't want to leave too soon. Joe walked into the master bedroom. He tossed his bag on the floor and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom was small but cozy. It had the standards: sink, mirror, toilet and shower. What else would a man need in a bathroom? If he didn't have to work he would consider buying a cabin and separating himself from the world.

He felt more comfortable with his solitude, although he did come to enjoy Carry’s company. As he took off his clothing he looked at his naked reflection on the mirror. Average, he was always looked average. He wasn't fat but at the same time he wasn't muscular. He looked down at his penis.

Thinking damn, I wish my dick was thicker. I wonder if this is how women feel about their boobs. Carry has nice boobs he thought. He then turned and pulled the shower door open and turned on the hot water. He felt all of the coldness of the rain drip down from the top of his head to his shoulders, chest, legs and finally feet. He enjoyed taking long hot showers.

The cabin only had two bedrooms. Steve and Mary would occupy the smaller one; she and Joe would use the other.

The room was smaller than she expected. The bed took much of the space. Joe had decided that he would take the floor, even though Carry had tried to convince him otherwise. She wondered if there was something about her that repelled him away. Why did, she have to fall for the one man that wasn't attracted to her, she wondered.

She heard Joe turn on the shower. Carry sat on the bed and took off her white sneakers and socks then peeling off her white shirt from her body. She began to get cold. She proceeded to remove her pink skirt. It was a little troublesome since it was wet. She wiggled her body as she pulled her skirt down to her ankles. She wondered if this would make Joe horny. Her body had gotten cold quickly. As she took off her white bra she could feel her nipples harden. Carry looked in the mirror; she pinched her left nipple softly and smiled because gravity hadn't messed with her boobs yet. If this didn't work, it would be proof that Joe wasn't attracted to her. Carry walked to the bathroom door slowly. She placed her hand on the door knob and stealthily turned it. She quietly entered the unlocked bathroom.

As she walked interred the bathroom, a blast of hot air smothered her face and then the rest of her body; she began to sweat a little bit, due to her horny excitement and the hot temperature of the bathroom. She quietly closed the door behind her. She had her right hand on her stomach and slowly lowered it in front of her pussy. She could feel the warmness at the tip of her fingers. She stopped herself from rubbing her pussy; she wanted Joe to do it. She wanted him, period. The bathroom was so steamed up that Carry could barely see the shower door handle. She spit her gum out of her mouth and bit her lower lip as she reached for the door handle.

Mind if I join you? She asked shyly while covering her breasts with one arm and shaved pussy with her other hand.

Joe turned around, kind of embarrassed that he was seeing his best friend naked.

What are you doing? he asked quickly.

Joe, turn around! I don't want you seeing my privates, you'll make me blush, and she giggled. Joe turned around, facing the tile wall, he asked.

Carry, what are you doing?

Well you take a long showers and I didn't want you to use all of the hot water uhhh he stammered.

Can you pass me the soap?

Joe handed her the soap over his shoulder. He heard her humming lightly behind him. He wondered if she saw him masturbating. She didn't say anything, so maybe not. After a couple of minutes, he felt less uncomfortable.

Joe, I can't reach my back, could you help? She asked.

Umm, okay he answered nervously. He turned around slowly with the sponge in his hand. Carry had her back to him. Damn, not only did she have nice boobs, she also had a nice ass, too. Carry passed the bar of soap over her shoulder and dropped it before John could get it. She felt it slide down her back and hit the shower floor.

Sorry, soapy hands, I guess, she said as she smiled to herself.

The soap had landed in between Carry’s feet. He was a little hesitant, but eventually leaned down slowly to pick the bar of soap up. Joe turned his head up and had a great view of her legs and ass. His mind yelled, "GOD, I WANT TO SPANK THAT SWEET WET ASS"

He lathered his hands and placed them on her back. He felt and saw his dick getting hard, REAL hard.

God, I hope Carry doesn't turn around, he thought to himself. His dick was now only a few inches from her ass.

Damn it was a beautiful round ass. Just then Carry took a step back. She felt Joe's hard dick touch her ass. Carry got so excited the she slipped backwards on the soapy shower floor. Joe dropped the soap and caught Carry. Joe's back was leaning on the wall, while Carry’s back was leaning on him. He caught her just in time; his arms were wrapped around her side and across her medium-sized breast. Carry’s ass was now resting on top of Joe's swollen dick. She smiled to herself and sighed with relief.

Whoa, I got you! Joe said as he helped Carry back to her feet.

Oh my god, I could have died. You saved me, she said with puppy dog eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pretended to sob softly. She felt his rigid dick pressed against her left inner thigh. Still hugging him, she leaned her head back and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, then another and another.

Carry, I.

She kissed him in the lips before he could say anything. Joe was tired of fighting his temptations. For two years he has been fighting them, now it was time, it was time for something good happen in his life.

Joe wrapped his arms around Carry’s waist. He turned her body and pressed her against the wall. Vanilla the smell of her body drove him crazy for the past two years. Joe brushed Carry’s wet hair away from her face. He proceeded to kiss her neck. His lips were slowly sucking on her neck. The scent of Vanilla was driving his senses. Carry buried her head on his shoulder with her closed eyes she began kissing his shoulder.

Mmmm... Carry moaned. Joe slowly moved his left hand onto her right breast. Carry bit her lower lip. God help her, he was driving her crazy. She gasped lightly, he was pinching her nipple. Even inside the hot shower, she could feel a cold chill go down her back. She felt like she was having sex for the first time. His cock was firmly pressed against her body. Carry placed her soapy hand on his dick. She slowly began sliding her hand back and forth. Carry bent herself down until her face was in front of his dick. The water rolling off his body had washed away the soap.

I always fantasized about this moment Carry he said.

You don't have to dream anymore. I need you, Joe. I never needed anyone this much. She said quietly as she slid her hand around his dick.


By nutbuster