Steamy Shower Sex in room 3407

Hi, this is Aarush, a pilot. My job has led me to several experiences, and this is one of them. Ishika was my partner then, and we shared some nice intimate moments.

The hum of the aeroplane engines was still echoing in my ears as I exited the terminal. The bustling energy of the airport swirled around me. I handed my bag to the waiting chauffeur. He greeted me with a polite nod before stowing it in the trunk.

Sliding into the backseat of the car, I let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the plush leather. My mind was occupied with thoughts of Ishika. Her name was reverberating in my mind like a sweet melody. We had been apart for only a few days, but it felt like an eternity.

I could barely contain my excitement as I reached for my phone to text her.

“Just landed. How far are you from the hotel?” I typed quickly, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

“Five minutes away, how far are you? I can’t wait to see you, xo,” she replied almost instantly. I felt a rush of warmth spread through me.

She had also just finished her work and was heading to the hotel. We were finally going to be together again, away from the demands of work and the noise of the city. The car navigated through the busy streets. My heart beat faster with every passing minute.

I imagined her sitting in her cab, possibly glancing at her watch or checking her phone to see how close she was to the hotel. The thought of her being so near made my pulse quicken. I sent a quick reply, “20 minutes away.”

Closing my eyes, I tried to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me, but it was impossible. All I could think about was the moment we would finally be in each other’s arms. The feel of her skin against mine and the sweet taste of her lips. The car turned onto a quieter street, and I knew we were getting close.

The hotel lobby was a sanctuary of cool, muted luxury. I approached the receptionist, who greeted me with a knowing smile. “Mr. Aarush, welcome. Ms. Ishika has already checked in. Here is your key,” she said, handing over the sleek, gold-embossed card.

Thanking her, I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with each step. The ride up felt slow, my pulse quickening with every passing floor. When the doors finally slid open, I stepped out and scanned the hallway until I found it: Room 3407.

I took a deep breath and tapped the key card on the scanner. The door clicked open, and I entered the suite. It was elegant and spacious. But all I could focus on was the faint sound of water running. Ishika was already here. Dropping my bag beside the walk-in wardrobe, I walked toward the bed.

As I sat down, I noticed her silhouette behind the translucent glass of the shower area attached to the bedroom. The image was enticing. Her perfect hourglass figure was outlined in soft focus, the water falling over her curves. Her skin glistened.

She moved her hands slowly over her neck, down to her breasts, and then along the curve of her waist. She hadn’t realized I was there, and the sight of her at this moment was mesmerizing. Ishika’s body was a masterpiece.

A perfect hourglass figure with full, round breasts, a narrow, cinched waist, and hips that flared out gracefully. Her long, wet hair clung to her back, accentuating the smooth, elegant lines of her figure. The sight stirred something primal within me. I felt myself getting hard, desire building with each heartbeat.

I stood up, slowly unbuttoning my pilot uniform, careful not to make a sound. As I reached for my tie, a wild idea struck me. Holding the tie in my hand, I approached the shower door. The steam had fogged up the glass, making her form even more tempting.

I quietly opened the door, the warm, humid air enveloping me. Ishika still hadn’t noticed me. I stepped inside, the sound of the water masking my movements. She turned slightly, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of the water on her skin.

I moved closer, my breath catching as I reached out to her. Gently, I slipped the tie over her eyes, and she gasped in surprise. “It’s me,” I whispered into her ear, my voice husky with desire. She smiled, a shiver running through her as she relaxed into my touch.

With her vision obscured, her other senses seemed heightened. She leaned back against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. My hands roamed over her wet skin, feeling the soft curves and firm muscles beneath. Her breath hitched as I kissed her neck, the water mingling with the heat of our bodies.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. Her response was a soft moan, her body pressing closer to mine. The shower turned into a haze of steam and sensation. We lost ourselves in each other, the longing of the past few days resulting in this moment of intimate connection.

With her eyes masked, I gently turned her around, taking in the mesmerizing sight of her. The light from the bathroom cast a soft glow on her skin, highlighting the curves and contours of her body. The water cascaded over her, glistening as it traced the lines of her form.

Ishika looked beautiful against the matte black textured wall, the contrast enhancing her beauty. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

I smiled, stepping closer until our breaths mingled, each inhalation and exhalation syncing with the other. “I’ve wanted you so badly,” I whispered back, my voice low and husky. The air between us crackled with electricity. I leaned in.

Our lips met in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly grew passionate. Our tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as our kiss became more intense. I could feel her hands slowly rising, responding to the magnetic pull between us.

Taking advantage of the moment, I gently lifted her hands higher, guiding them to the shower, mounting above her head. Pressing her back against the cool tiles, I continued to kiss her deeply. Our mouths moved together in a rhythm that spoke of longing and desire.

With one hand, I skillfully untied the blindfold. Without breaking the kiss, I slid the tie upward to secure her wrists to the mounting. She didn’t realize what was happening, so lost was she in the passion of our kiss. The water poured over us, mingling with our heated bodies.

I stepped back slightly to admire her. Her eyes were still closed, her lips slightly parted and swollen from our kiss. Her hands were now tied above her head, her body stretched and exposed. The sight of her like this—vulnerable yet eager—made my desire surge even higher.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes drinking at the sight of her. Ishika opened her eyes slowly, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing in them. She realized her new position. She tugged lightly at the tie, testing it. Then looked at me with a playful, challenging smile.

I moved in again, my hands roaming over her wet skin. Tracing the lines of her collarbone, down to her breasts, and further to the curve of her waist. She arched her back slightly, pressing into my touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Do you trust me?” I asked softly, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice filled with anticipation.

With that assurance, I let my hands explore further, teasing and caressing every inch of her body, creating a moment of pure intimacy. I moved in close again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was passionate and wild. Our mouths moved together with an intensity that left us both breathless.

I gently bit her lower lip, then sucked on it, soothing the light pain with a soft caress. She moaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of desire through me. My hands roamed over her body. My fingers brushed and circled her nipples, squeezing her breasts.

The feel of her soft skin and the firmness of her curves was intoxicating. She responded by kissing me even more passionately, her lips and tongue matching the wild rhythm of our connection.

As I held her nipples between my fingers, squeezing and brushing the sensitive tips with my thumb, I felt her body shudder. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and the sensations were overwhelming her. She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.

I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. They were dark with desire, and in that moment, our eyes spoke volumes. My fingers continued their journey, brushing down over her navel, tracing the smooth plane of her abdomen. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching in anticipation.

Reaching her most intimate place, I let my fingers brush over her clit, feeling her body respond instantly. I looked into her eyes and smiled, then gently tapped her pussy. It was a light slap, more of a teasing touch, but it sent a wave of sensation through her.

“Ah,” she moaned, the sound raw and primal. Her body arched slightly, her legs parting instinctively, inviting more of my touch.

I leaned in, whispering against her ear, “I love how you react to me.”

She moaned again, her body pressing closer, seeking more contact. My fingers explored her folds, teasing and caressing. Her moans grew louder, each sound driving me further into a frenzy of desire. I moved my finger to her clit, feeling it swollen and pulsating beneath my touch.

The sensation sent a thrill through me, compelling me to play with it more. I traced slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Her body responded with stronger reactions. Light shivers coursed through her, and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to me.

Teasing her further, I tapped her clit lightly, eliciting a sharp, pleasured moan from her lips. I then applied a bit more pressure, rubbing her clit with my fingers in a rhythmic pattern. I was moving them left, right, up, and down. The shivers in her body grew more intense.

I could feel the heat rising from her skin. Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation. The sight of her this way—so vulnerable and yet so responsive—was incredibly arousing. The water from the shower continued to fall over us, adding a sensual, steamy atmosphere to the scene.

It was intoxicating, watching her like this, completely surrendered to the pleasure I was giving her. Slowing down my movements on her clit, I let my fingers glide down to her dripping wet pussy. I rubbed around her pussy, feeling her labia.

Then brushed from the top before sliding two fingers inside her. Slowly, I made my way deeper, feeling her inner walls eagerly sucking my fingers in. I bent them slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her. Her body arched in response. She wanted to move more, to hold me.

But her hands tied up restricted her movement, adding to the erotic intensity of the moment. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the shower walls. I started moving my fingers in and out of her. Slow at first, then gradually increase the pace with each thrust.

I could feel the pressure building inside her. Her walls contracted around my fingers. Just as I sensed her nearing the edge, I slowed down and then stopped, withdrawing my fingers. She opened her eyes, looking at me with surprise and longing, wondering why I had stopped.

I gave her a naughty smile, my eyes sparkling with mischief. Leaning in, I winked at her, then slowly sank to my knees. Her breath hitched, anticipation lighting up her eyes. With deliberate slowness, I brought my mouth closer, my breath warm against her sensitive skin.

I gave her a slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top, savouring the taste of her wetness. Looking up, I caught her gaze and smiled, her expression a mix of desire and anticipation. Gently, I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her weight pressed against the wall as she smiled down at me.

Her hands were still tied above her head. My tongue found her clit, circling it slowly before I started sucking gently. She gasped, her body trembling slightly. I nibbled on her clit, then swirled my tongue around it. Her moans filled the steamy shower, her back arching in response to my movements.

I moved down, licking her pussy, pushing my tongue inside to taste her fully. She was dripping wet. I eagerly devoured her, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice. I played with her labia, teasing and tasting, before returning my focus to her clit.

I placed her legs back down. I resumed my attention to her clit with my tongue, flicking and sucking it while my fingers slipped inside her. I started fingering her in rhythm with my tongue, feeling her body respond to each movement. Her muscles tensed, her walls contracting around my fingers.

Her clit pulsated more intensely. She was close to climaxing. The shower area echoed with her moans, her body arching and eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers gripped the tie firmly, her knuckles white with tension. I increased the pace of my fingering, my movements faster and more urgent.

I gently bit her clit, and she let out a loud moan. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. I held her steady as her orgasm coursed through her, her body trembling in my arms. Once the waves of pleasure subsided, I stood up and carefully released the tie from her wrists.

She collapsed against me, hugging me tightly, her body seeking support. I lifted her face, our eyes locking as I kissed her deeply. My other hand brushed against her pussy, collecting a bit of her cum. I tasted it, smiling down at her. “You taste so good,” I whispered, winking at her.

The water continued to pour over us, its warmth soothing her as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. She leaned against me, her breath coming in soft, contented sighs. As she recovered from her orgasm, Ishika looked up at me with a playful smile.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said softly. I couldn’t help but smile back. She knelt, her eyes never leaving mine, and bit her lip seductively. She looked so beautiful at that moment, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders. I placed my palm on her cheek.

Caressing her gently yet with a hint of the dominant, wild side that drove our passion. My fingers threaded through her hair as the warm water cascaded over me. Breaking eye contact, she smiled and took my dick in one go, her lips wrapping around me.

She could only take in about half, given my decent size and thickness. She pulled back, my dick glistening with her saliva. Ishika then focused on my dick head, sucking gently before starting to move back and forth. With each stroke, she went deeper and harder, one hand playing with my balls.

The slurping sounds, mixed with my light moans, echo in the shower. Her other hand began giving me a handjob. Her strokes perfectly synced with her sucking. The sensation was overwhelming. I found myself getting lost in the pleasure. I held her head, guiding her movements as she blew me.

Pushing her head further down, I tried to make her take my entire length. She choked a little, breaking the flow. She looked up at me with wide eyes and a mischievous smile. Undeterred, she resumed, her mouth working me skillfully while her hand stroked my shaft.

My dick stiffened, the pressure building as I neared the edge. She could feel me throbbing in her mouth and sensed I was close. “Ishika, I’m close,” I murmured in a low tone. Her response was immediate, sucking harder, her lips creating a delicious friction around me. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

With a final deep thrust, I released in her mouth, spurt after spurt, hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth. It was too much for her to swallow all at once. Some of it escaped, trickling down the side of her lips to the floor. The falling water quickly washed it away, leaving her face clean as she stood up.

She smiled, and we immediately fell into a passionate kiss. Our tastes mingled—hers and mine—creating an intoxicating blend. The kiss was erotic and hot, a culmination of our shared pleasure. The water continued to pour over us, washing away the evidence of our passion.

But leaving the memory of our intense connection. Lost in the kiss, I didn’t realize when I got hard again. We broke the kiss, my fingers brushing against her labia, feeling her warmth.  I moved back and gently bent her over. She looked over her shoulder, giving me a naughty smile that made my heart race.

I smiled back, positioning my dick at her entrance. Slowly, I began to push inside her. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips. My dick gradually made its way deeper into her. I could feel every inch of her tight, welcoming walls contracting and sucking me in.

I started a slow, rhythmic motion, my dick sliding in and out of her. The sound of our bodies coming together, mingled with our moans, echoed in the shower. Her wetness enveloped me. I began to increase the pace, trying to match the intensity of the water falling over us.

I reached around, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, bringing out more moans from her. Slowing down, I pulled out and brought her close, sitting on the floor and guiding her to sit on my dick in reverse. She started riding me, her movements growing more passionate.

I bit her back, leaving a mark of our passion. Looking up, I saw the hand shower above us. I turned it on, increasing the water intensity before removing it. Bringing it to the front of Ishika while she bounced on my dick, I placed it on her clit. She let out a loud moan, the sensation driving her wild.

I stimulated her clit with the hand shower as she rode me, her moans echoing in the small space. “I’m close,” she cried out, her voice filled with urgency. I could feel my climax building, my dick throbbing inside her. “Me too,” I managed to say, our movements becoming more frantic.

Her pussy walls contracted around me, and in a final, explosive moment, we cum together. I filled her up, her body still as she sat with my dick deep inside her. The warmth and intensity of our shared orgasm left us breathless. Both of us opened our eyes, not realizing how long we’d been lost in the moment.

It felt so good and satisfying. I turned off the hand shower and placed it back. We stood under the shower for a few more minutes, letting the water clean us. She whispered how much she missed me, and I replied, my heart swelling with affection.

The sight of my cum dripping down her thighs was incredibly erotic. We hugged each other, sharing a tender kiss. After a few minutes, we turned off the shower. I dried myself and then her with a towel, lifting her in my arms and carrying her to the bed.

Ishika fell asleep in my arms. I cuddled her close, feeling her warmth against me, and soon dozed off to sleep.

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