She knew I was about to blow and she pulled off my knob and said, “Remember. Don’t cum in my mouth.” I had a fantasy of cumming in her mouth but it would never become reality because she could always tell when I was going to burst and she would pull off and let the jizz fly up on my chest and stomach and then finally drool down my cock to my balls. Then she would get out of bed and retrieve a hot, wet facecloth from the bathroom and come back and wash me off. She never turned a light on to see. She just did the same thing as previous times. I would dry myself with the sheet.
I usually just came as I felt the urge. This time, it built higher and higher like a Tsunami. Angela had pulled off when she usually did and was surprised to see that she had to keep jerking me off. At first she thought she had miss-timed her withdrawal and started to push her lips back on. The tension in my muscles built tighter and then, just as she got her mouth lined up for a second attempt, I burst out, “UUNNGGGGHHAAAHHH” as my hips launched upward.
Angela pulled back but not before getting the first cum shot up her nose. She stopped everything and moved back quickly coughing and snorting. Cum was spewing out in all directions until could get a grip on my cock. I finished myself off. Angela was heading back from the bathroom before I finished launching my last salvo. She tossed the wet washcloth onto my stomach, crawled into bed, pulled the covers up over her shoulders and rolled on her side away from me.
I flicked on the lamp on my nightstand and washed cum from my cheek, shoulders, stomach, balls and the sheets all around me. In spite of everything being wet I fell off to sleep with no remaining thoughts of Claire’s antics.
I woke the next morning feeling more rested than I had in a long time. I was taking vacation through New Year’s Day and I had no plans for my time off. Angela came into the bathroom as I was turning on the shower in our new glass walled shower room. It was large enough to be called a room. We had sprung the extra money to have multiple shower heads mounted on the two tile walls and a huge rain-shower head above. There was a doorway to the master bedroom and one to the hallway on the opposite end of the room. There was a double sink counter nearly eight feet long to the left of the hallway door at the far end from the shower room. Besides the huge shower room there was a deep soaking tub between the shower and a separate space near the hallway door, which contained the toilet that was out of sight to anyone other than someone using the sinks.
She stuck her head in and said, “Don’t use all the hot-water. I have to go next.” I contemplated inviting her in with me, but she hadn’t done that in a damn long time. I didn’t respond. She’d left the room anyway. I lathered up head to toe and rinsed off. I stepped out of the shower as Angela walked in from the bedroom. She was naked and had her blonde hair pinned on top of her head. She walked into the shower room before the door had shut behind me. She pulled on her shower cap and tucked any spurious strands of hair in and pulled it down over her ears.