In the last part, Alana introduced me to different positions. In this part, my lessons will include what could be called “water sports” if it weren’t for the fact that the term is used to indicate a particular propensity for being either a “pee on” or “pee er.”
Hygiene
You may wonder at this stage, is this some kind of public health information pamphlet?
To make you think that let me provide you with a few facts you may not like. Our skin houses about two billion microorganisms. We all have our own peculiar odors based on the composition of the bacteria and other microorganisms that reside on the surface of our skin. Skin is the largest organ of the body, not as some may think the butt or some women’s breasts, although substantial are not the largest organ. When skin is in contact with the environment, and the organisms that live on that organ multiply and live, they produce byproducts that can smell bad. Smell is, however, in the nose of the beholder. The dirt we collect daily can also make us less attractive (or more for some) to the opposite or same sex.
At a young age, the overwhelming hormonal mess that adolescents and young adults can manifest in a lack of concern for hygiene. The opportunity to have sex is often fleeting then, and a water source is often not readily available. With age and experience, better hygiene is usually developed with respect to sex. People will generally be concerned about not having a body that has foul odors and is clean.
How did I fit into the cycle of cleanliness? I was very clean with regular showers (A personal belief, but we tend to be very supportive of our own stink.), deodorant use, and clothes that were changed daily. Those were positive aspects of my grooming. Although clean, if I thought that an opportunity for a sexual encounter would occur (however rare), I would shower and have clean clothes close to the ETA (estimated time of activity). Unfortunately, more often than not, that “opportunity” found me relegated to a practice session.
For this lesson, Alana taught me that assisted showering is more effective than relying on a partner's hygiene habits.
Cleanliness can be close to godliness
Alana's ability as an instructor was exceptional. She did not use PowerPoint presentations; instead, she focused on practical applications. Her method was simple. Start with a little seduction, kiss a bit, then do it. If she were a theoretical physicist, I think that she could teach a moron like me the Theory of Relativity in an afternoon.
We had discussed a light evening with going to a small Chinese restaurant and then to a recent movie. The meal of Peking duck was delicious with small rice crepes and plum sauce. A recent adventure film with a typical Hollywood ending was relaxing, well done, and fun. Arriving at Alana’s home before ten in the evening left us with a significant prospect of lovemaking because since we started, Alana manifested her desire every time we met.
When we arrived, instead of sitting on the couch and warming up by fondling each other before we moved to Alana’s bedroom, she stood kissing me with my arms around her, and she used her right hand to caress my face and neck. Moving her other hand lower, she made a fist as best she could around my clothed bulge.
Not hesitating, she kissed my ear and whispered in a throaty voice, “Come with me. Let’s try something.”
I didn’t require Alana to issue a second supplication. Taking my hand, she led me to the bathroom.
“Have you ever taken a shower with someone?”, she asked.
I said, “Yes”, not wanting to seem as inexperienced as I was.
With that, she pulled my sweater over my head and began to unbutton my shirt. Having fallen behind in the strip race, I unbuttoned her blouse, reached behind and freed her full, but pert, tits with pointed nipples. They swung a little as I took the blouse and bra and placed them on the floor. Alana stood for a second and I couldn’t resist cupping her left breast and sucking on her nipple to feel it go erect.
Her skirt was still on, but she wanted me nude, while unbuckling my belt and dropping my zipper, I was left in my boxer shorts. She was kissing and sucking my nipples, while doing that.
Stepping back, she suddenly said, “Take those off, I want to see it hard. You know I love it when it’s big for me!”
Not having any time to react, she took my boxer shorts, pulled them down, looked at my appendage, and said, “Mmm, you know I want it.” Alana took my rock-hard cock and stroked it.
Now I needed to catch up, so I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. Her panties had a tell-tale wet spot. Placing my fingers in the waist band, I brought them down and gave her little slit a brief kiss.
Moving to the shower, Alana grabbed my cock, her thumb spread the precum oozing from the tip to lubricate the head. Starting the shower, our bodies were glued, and we kissed with deep passion, alternating sucking our tongues with circling them. Alana caressed my cock with one hand, and placing the middle finger of my right hand, I gently touched her love button. Descending slowly in the flowing water, she kissed my body, holding me behind the back.
Taking two handfuls of my ass, she arrived at eye level with my cock. Probing the head with her tongue, she moved her right hand to grip my shaft, pumping and sucking. The cascade of water and her incredible mouth brought me to rapid spurts of semen that Alana partially swallowed, and with the subsequent bursts, she pointed my cock upwards, letting the cum jump out and cover my chest, abdomen, and dick.
As she stood, we kissed with a taste of my leftover cum. I knew what I wanted to do. Kissing her neck, I sucked on her skin and found her left breast with my hand and my mouth tasted her nipple in the artificial waterfall with Alana moaning and holding my head. Continuing my descent, I kissed and sucked her abdomen and was closing in on her pleasure center.
On my knees, I licked her slit with the water falling all over us. My tongue found her clit and fondled her hard pearl with tenderness, and my middle finger slipped into her own wetness as her legs began to shake and she grabbed my head with both her hands.
In an instant, her head went back as her long hair was soaking wet and she cried, “Fuck! I love cumming when you eat me!”
I could barely hear her, but my tongue sensed her spasm. Angling my head and opening her legs, my tongue fucked her pussy hole, but the entry was by the space available. Alana steadied herself, and I stood up to kiss her.
It had been a little while since I had shot my first load. Although I was still at half mast, doing anything else with only a demi-limp dick would be difficult because the space in the shower was small.
Alana went to work. Kneeling and sucking a little, she had me hard and made a demand, “Put it in me, I want your load!”
Parting her legs, I bent my knees, and there was enough room with her back against the wall. We kissed, and her tongue was on fire. Alana put it in and out and swirled it. In such a frenzy, her hands were all over my body, and with difficulty, I softly touched her love bean, moving my finger over her most sensitive spot.
That sent her over. She was moving up and down also and as she started to descend from her cum high, Alana kissed my ear and whispered in a sexy voice,” Fill my cunt with your magic sperm.”
With four spurts of semen, my load was released, and Alana kissed me frenetically, holding my head with her hands. My member was slowly decreasing in length and girth. I felt my penis slip out of her love tunnel.
We may have initiated a water shortage in the area, but we weren’t done with the “shower”. We washed each other with soap and kissed as we did so. The feeling of hands moving over a lover’s body, slippery and with the odor of soap cleaning all of us, was intoxicating.
Alana was first out of the shower, and she dried herself off with a large soft towel. I waited to give her space. I stepped out of the shower, unexpectedly she dropped to her knees, and started to attend to my cock.
Although I had cum twice, she was not ready to let me relax, and I also wanted it. I gently caressed her head, with her long-wet hair, moaning as she sucked. Her tongue tickled my frenulum, but it was going to take a little more until I approached the point of ejaculation.
Taking me out of her mouth, she led me to her bed. Alana had me lying on my back, and she knelt on the bed, close to my head, facing my feet. Lifting a leg her pussy was over my mouth with a leg on either side.
Lowering her most sensitive, I knew that I needed to lap her pussy. My tongue kissed her clit as she bucked, but then she said, “Fuck me with your horny tongue!”
My tongue penetrated her hole, and she was lifting up and then down onto my tongue. My hands reached back and massaged her ass as she fucked my tongue.
She raised a leg and then put herself in the opposite direction, again poised above my mouth. This time her request changed but was still insistent, “Lick my clit with the underside of your tongue and fuck me with it.” Keeping her stimulated, I ran my tongue up, down, around, and sideways, tasting her cream. With a jerk forward, she came on my tongue.
Alana saw I was hard from eating her. Just after cumming, she climbed off my face and went to my tumescent column. Sucking and playing with my balls, she knew I was close. With a gesture, she lifted her head from my rigid shaft.
“Now it’s your turn, feed me your juice,” she insisted, placing her mouth again on my cock and restarting her motion. As she completed her entreaty, I released my sperm on cue, and she responded with, “Mmm.”
After her large gulp, she moved up and kissed me deeply. We caressed and rested for the evening. Sleeping with my arm around her and occasionally massaging her back and ass to make sure this all was real.
My first real shower with a woman taught me that you need to have a large capacity hot water heater if you want to take a shower with a lover. The second thing I learned was that something as mundane as taking a shower can be extraordinary if approached with the right attitude.
