Sarah turned right to him now, her lovely face flush, her high cheek bones had red flashes on them. He took over, “Put your feet on the ledges Sarah,” Pete told her. Around two edges of the shower were two ledges about three inches wide and two inches high. With no thought, she did, her back was in the corner so it made her legs and feet spread apart. Pete bent his knees, pushed his hips forward and straightened up, his prick sank right in. Sarah gasped at the fantastic intrusion, she came immediately, it wasn’t a crashing climax, but it was enough to snuff out any possible future complaint from her again.
Pete’s hips moved at speed, his prick which, she was to learn was a beauty in its own right, gave her untold pleasure from the start. He had his arms around the beautiful forty two year old woman now, and was leaning against her, and he was in heaven, his dreams of screwing his best friends mother was now reality.
Sarah had let go of the rail, and her arms encircled her erstwhile lover, as he fucked her wonderfully against the tiles. Soon her left leg rose and encircled him, the side of her foot coming to rest against the back of his thigh as he pumped his hips at her. Because Pete had her against the wall it prevented her from falling down.
And he had already cum that morning thinking about her, so cumming again too soon would be a no no, but only for now. He knew the thrill would overtake him. Sarah had had a huge orgasm, then another, each one was bigger than the last. She had two more then Pete grunted, crushed her to the wall, and blew a load of hot, sticky and creamy cum right up into her. She could feel the pulsating of his cock, the heating inside her, it told her his cum had found its mark, and Sarah came once more.
He stood there like a pillar of stone, his cock throbbing, he kissed her for the first time, Sarah let him and kissed him back. His cum and hers started sliding down there legs, eventually realism returned. “Pete,” Sarah murmured, “we have to get out of here, if Mark wakes and finds us, all hell will be let loose.” He had to agree, and pulled back, his soft cock popped out, he looked down to see water washing him, Sarah looked as well, and she stared at it, she liked what she saw.
She grabbed a cloth and washed him down, inadvertently kissing his cock as her lips neared it. She looked up at him, he smiled a grateful smile. They got out; he grabbed a towel, and quietly left her, but only after kissing her a lot more. She kissed him back, both groped the other a little, then she pushed him out. He went back to his room and threw himself on to the bed.
He thought long and hard about what had happened, even he couldn’t believe what he had done, and what he had achieved. It stunned him, it also brought life to his withered prick once more. He considered going back again, but decided against it, the last thing he wanted to do was anger, and upset her.
An hour later he had gone down, Sarah was in the kitchen making breakfast, both were sheepish around the other. Pete took the lead, put his arms around her and got her neck, Sarah moaned, but told him to stop, “Mark is right above our heads Pete,” she warned him.