The water is hot and soothing as it pours down my neck.
I try to stay busy enough throughout the day that the thoughts of you don't consume everything I do. Though it's often for naught and the simplest of things can send my mind into a spiral. Could be something I see, a taste, a smell or just my own thoughts that bring me to you. And once I get caught it's nearly impossible to break free. So I rarely stop moving. I clean, work, run, and whatever else I can think of to stay occupied.
But the shower is where I let go and give in.
While facing away from the shower head I slowly twist my body back and forth so the hot water can warm my neck and shoulders evenly. This small action is my strongest trigger of you. As I move under the water I close my eyes so i can see your face.
I'm always brought back to the condo, sharing a shower with you and holding your arms, moving you in the same motion after you've told me you were cold. We'd take turns standing in the water while the other kept close. A slow, wet dance we had many times.
The first time we ever had sex was incredible, but it's the shower we shared afterwards that hooked me. The way you looked at me, and the feel of your wet skin on mine as we kissed and laughed. I'll never meet anyone that could switch from lighthearted conversation to life changing sensuality as well as you.
I think we were both in shock from what just happened, and exhausted, but I remember being obsessed with your lips in that first shower. I couldn't stop watching them as you talked. They looked so soft and full, but it's the feeling I got when they were against mine that couldn't be replaced.
Now, as the warmth and noise of the water helps me remember, I can't stop my heart from pounding.
I take a deep breath in and let it out as I feel blood rush to my cock.
I bring my hand from behind my waist, across my lower stomach and down to the base of my dick. I wrap just my index finger and thumb around my shaft and whip my cock up and down, testing it's readiness and causing it to get even harder. Each bounce upwards sends water splashing on my face.
Then I tighten my grip slightly and start to run my hand down, stretching my cock towards the ground, taking my time. I add each finger to my grip as my hand moves. The sensation sends a shiver through my body and I open my mouth to take in more air.
As my hand reaches the head I pause for a moment, then in one smooth motion I slide my hand completely off my cock and let it bounce up towards my stomach.
I reach back up and place my thumb, index and middle finger on the tip. I pinch softly on my head, forcing it to bulge on the sides, and rub my thumb in a small circle. I can feel my pulse. As I let go, the indent I created quickly reforms. So I pinch again, circling my thumb against the lip and back up to the tip, releasing and repeating.
On the final pinch I place all four fingers on the bottom of my shaft and press each finger in individually, starting with my pinky and working up. I continue this rolling motion while keeping my thumb pressed against my head. It forces blood in while not allowing it out. The pressure increases and I open my eyes to look down at my enlarged dick.
It's time to start. I release my cock and reach behind me to grab the soap, spinning it in my hand several times before setting it back down, my palm now white and slick.
When my hand returns to my dick I instantly curl my toes at the familiar, slippery sensation.
I'm brought back to the memory of your hand wrapped around my cock. You'd stand next to me, your body pressed against mine as you stroked my dick. I'd place my arm over your shoulder and grab your neck from the other side. Then I'd grip your tits with my other hand, pinching your breast with my thumb on top, then pulling down til my fingers reached your nipple.
I'd moan between kisses as you jerked. And occasionally reach down and grab your hand, stopping you from making me cum too early.
You'd smile because you knew how good you were at it. And I couldn't help but reach up and hold your face in my hand, squishing your cheeks together and opening your mouth. Then I'd ask you to stick out your tongue so I could just watch it while you continued stroking.
My hand doesn't even compare to what you could do, but I begin the same motions. Starting at the tip, with short strokes over my head, allowing my thumb to continually breach the lip and return back down to the shaft.
After the first few sensitive moments I begin to stroke longer and harder. My cock feels huge in my hand, and as I lengthen my motion time seems to slow.
The feeling is consuming and I lean back to extend my cock in the air, reaching up to hold the shower wall with my left hand.
Each stroke takes me back to a different, vivid memory.
I remember whispering in your ear as you played with my cock. I'd nibble the lobe and moan to let you know what I liked. Then I'd grab your hair and hold your head forward so you'd watch my cock. I loved watching you watch me. You'd bite your lip and soften your eyes before looking back up at me.
If you were here with me now I know I would have cum already. But I need to work a little harder without you.
So I grab the base of my cock with my left hand and turn my right hand over and hold the tip. Then I stroke as one, both hands gripping my wet cock, pulling and stretching. The new sensation makes me lean forward and I rest my shoulder on the cold glass of the shower wall. I keep jerking with both hands while I moan and whisper your name.
I begin to ram my hands into my body with each stroke. The thought of your perfect lips brings me to that moment where I can finally feel myself about to cum.
I look down at my cock, huge and throbbing as I quicken my strokes and focus on the head. I'm close. It builds gradually at first but then catches up quickly and I know I'm only a few jerks away.
The head hardens in a way that only happens when I'm cumming. I can feel it about to explode out of me.
Then I stop.
I pull both of my hands off my cock and look down at it, throbbing.
Then I clench my ass and legs as I think of your face.
And I cum. Hard.
My cock springs upwards as cum shoots out. It hits the glass and begins to drip down. I place both hands up behind my head and interlock my fingers while taking a half step back.
Cum erupts again, harder and hitting higher up on the glass.
My legs begin to weaken as more cum leaves me. Every throb produces more cum than I thought possible. Every throb pulls life from me.
And as the last drops squirt from my cock, I lose all strength in my legs and fall to my knees. Then I release my hands from my head and place them on the ground.
On all fours and weak, I close my eyes and still see your face.