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Anna looked up at me expectantly, still biting the side of her bottom lip. I could hear her breath, shallow and quick. And then I heard the nervous slap of my boarding pass once more.

While I was still unclear as to her intentions, I at least knew she wanted to see more.

What the hell?

Giving her a smug grin, I pulled my pants down over my hips and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and scooped them up to drop on top of my shirt. My heart was pounding. In the excitement of the moment, my cock was partially erect. It hung low and thick, thankfully putting my best foot forward, so to speak.

Anna made no pretence about keeping her gaze locked on mine. She unabashedly stared at my cock as I stood completely naked in front of her. She let her arms fall by her sides, then lifted one to chew on her index finger. I felt my cock twitch under her inspection, my arousal growing. She looked up at me with her mouth hanging open, then back down again.

I presented myself to her as long as I dared, but eventually I faltered under her scrutiny. It was amazing how self-conscious I became exposing myself to another person like that. In the absence of any signal, I retreated to the shower, pulling the door closed behind me and turning on the water. Of course, the clear glass screen offered no protection for my modesty.

As I adjusted the temperature, I glanced over my shoulder to see Anna staring at my ass. I stepped forward, hiding myself under the flow. The warm water poured over me, revitalising my weary muscles in an instant. As the spray beat down on my face, its gushing white noise completely washed out my confusion.

Then it suddenly hit me with crystal clarity. I smiled into the shower head, remembering my own advice for my indecisive clients.

The worst decision you can make is no decision.

Thoroughly rinsed and satisfied with myself, I stepped back and made a show of studying the toiletries on the shelf beside me. "I'm sorry, Anna," I called out. "Can you please tell me which one's the shampoo and which one's the conditioner?"

I watched her through the mist on my side of the shower screen. Anna paused a second, before laying my boarding pass on the maroon counter and stepping over to me. I couldn't see the look on her face until she swung open the glass door. Even then, I couldn't tell what she was thinking, only that she was looking into my eyes. She took another step closer and began to reach across me into the shower.

"Oh, careful," I smiled in my cheekiest tone. "I'd hate for you to get your shirt wet."

She gave me a bemused smirk, her lips pressed together and her eyebrows arched. Then slowly, her smile began to spread across her face. "That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

With my best Cheshire grin, I watched Anna take a step back and remove her fuchsia scarf. Immediately, my heart tried to thump its way out of my chest. My cock, too, stirred, beginning to lift away from my thighs.

Anna's teeth disappeared behind her red lips as her expression became more sultry. Still holding onto her scarf, she undid the buttons of her white, slim-line shirt. Then turning around, Anna peeled it off her shoulders and laid both carefully on the vanity. The delicate contours of her back tapered perfectly into her navy pencil skirt, and her pale skin contrasted beautifully with the black straps of her bra.

She turned quickly and strutted over to me, the roll of her hips more pronounced than I had noticed before. Her bra was filled to capacity, with the soft light of the shower room casting heavy shadows in her cleavage. She tilted her head and smiled as she reached the shower. Then licking her lips, Anna reached back across me for the shampoo.

Anna smiled brightly up at me, her blue eyes ablaze with mischief. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the pliable flesh bulging out the top of her bra with the pressure of the contact. Droplets of water sparkled on her skin as they dripped onto her squashed mounds. And from the corner of my eye, I could see the spray of the shower coating her outstretched arm in a wet sheen.

"Here you go," she whispered, taking my hand and placing one of the tiny bottles in my palm. "Here's the shampoo."

"Thanks," I gasped, feeling the end of my growing cock brush against her skirt. Then, almost instantly, I let the shampoo drop, causing Anna to giggle at the sound of the plastic bottle bouncing on the tiled floor.

Fuck it!

I pounced, cupping the side of her face and drawing her up to me. With a fleeting glimpse of her eyes closing, together with her full, red lips gaping open, I mashed my mouth to hers. We kissed passionately, devouring each other in a frenzy. Our tongues danced, warm and wet. And the taste of her: so wonderfully fresh.

I lost myself in the kiss, every soft, wet caress a dream to my exhausted senses. Still holding her head, my left hand found the silken curve of her bare waist. Her hands slipped across my chest and stomach, one of them finding a hold around my cock. It was an agonising tingle that filled me with warmth, well above that of the hot water.

Pulling Anna's lithe body close to me, I squeezed her tightly, trying to wring out every last drop of pleasure from her. Her mewling whimpers startled into a squeal. I had accidentally dragged her too close to the spray.

She pushed against me and took a step back, still keeping her lips locked to mine and her hand around my shaft. I was all but dragged from the shower by my cock. Letting go of her for just an instant, I wrenched the taps off on my way out, only managing to reduce the flow to a fast, splattering trickle before they were out of reach.

Getting my hands back on her tiny waist, I drove her into the maroon vanity, with her heels scuffing backwards on the dark tile. Anna grunted into my mouth as her ass squashed against the counter. My arms encircled her, my hands roaming all over her naked back. Anna threw hers around my neck and ground her pelvis against my aching cock. I revelled in the smooth contours of her skin, and traced the delicate groove of her spine from her bra strap to the waistband of her skirt.

My lips were tingling, almost numb. Shifting the angle of my kiss, I caressed the top of her ass through her skirt, before resting my hands on the soft flare of her hips. I clawed at the French navy with my fingertips, slowly lifting the hem up her thighs as it bunched in my fingers.

Anna's digits combed through my dark, wet hair, driving me to distraction. Eventually, one of my hands lost the tenuous grip of the folds of her skirt. Breaking away, I snorted a frustrated sigh. Anna giggled, obviously realising what I was up to. She kissed me again, softly, sweetly. Then she cocked an eyebrow, goading me to continue.

I dropped to my knees, then tried to sit back on my heels. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned as my kneecaps shifted painfully on the hard tile. I knelt back up into a comfortable position, my eyes drawing level with her navel. "Hmm, you have a belly button piercing."

"Yeah," she giggled down at me. "It's onyx. I got it in Mexico."

I placed a soft kiss on the dark jewel, set exotically in gold. "I love Mexico," I breathed, kissing the Aztec piercing again, together with the taut flesh surrounding it.

Laying my hands on the outsides of her knees, I slowly slid up her thighs, gathering up her skirt as I went. Anna's silky smooth limbs were flawless: the perfect combination of soft and beautifully toned. I tried to experience every tactile sensation, truly feeling her. There was something so intimate about the touch.

The sexy anticipation of more and more of her thighs becoming exposed as I caressed her took my breath away.

My grip widened. Her legs softened. And the bunched navy fabric lifted up over the apex of her hips.

Despite the pain in my knees, I fell back down on my heels. The sharp, black triangle of the front of her panties was too tempting a prize. I had to lower myself to get the best possible view. Clumsily slipping and sliding on the wet floor beneath me, I left her skirt behind, precariously piled at her waist. My nose brushed the gusset of her underwear as my fingers gently traced the outline of her hipbones.

I kissed her mound through the black cotton, and deeply inhaled her scent. Through the delicate aroma of her perfume, there was an earthy authenticity to her. I was dizzy. My heart thundered so wildly, I was shaking. It was all I could do to hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

Anna gasped, causing me to look up between the black globes of her cleavage. She turned, spinning on the spot to face the mirror. As she did, my right hand grazed across the front of her panties, while my left brushed the naked cheeks of her ass. She was wearing a G-string.

I flushed with warmth, nearly overcome by the vision. I snatched at the elastic waistband and pulled it down over her spectacular backside. The thin strip of fabric peeled away from between her cheeks, almost sticking, before joining my hands on another caressing rub down the full length of her legs. I wasn't expecting to enjoy the feeling of her calves so much, but the smooth muscles slightly flexed in her black heels surprised me.

Lifting her feet one at a time, Anna stepped out of her panties. She stood, still facing the mirror, me uncomfortably sprawled on the wet floor behind her.

I had an overwhelming urge to hold her damp panties to my nose, but the sight of Anna's naked sex just inches in front of my face erased the notion. Placing my hands on her ankles, I once more caressed my way up her impossibly long legs. I was in awe: the feel of her; the sight of her; the smell of her. God! Even the sound of her laboured breath through the spattering shower was enough to drive me crazy.

Massaging the backs of her thighs with my palms, I let my thumbs venture around between her legs. The tension grew as I moved higher, getting closer. So much so, I think we both held our breath when my hands rose over the soft curve of her ass. I pulled at her cheeks, my thumbs causing deep depressions in her cleft. I got the briefest glimpse of her sex before her navy skirt fell, obstructing my view.

"Hmmm," I hummed with some curiosity.

"What?" Anna looked down over her shoulder self-consciously.

"Your skirt," I smiled up at her. "It has red on the back of it."

"Yeah," Anna giggled, turning back to face the mirror. "It's our new uniform."

I brushed the hem back up over her ass. "Ooh, and there's some more fuchsia."

"Huh?" She was confused, twisting back around to try and find the pink that wasn't in her skirt.

I leaned forward, kissing the plump, pink lips of her pussy. Lapping at her folds, I burrowed my tongue through her slit until I found her sweet hole, and the gently tangy syrup within.

"Oh!" she moaned in pleasurable realisation. Anna leaned forward over the vanity, tilting her pelvis up to grant me better access.

I gorged on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling like a man possessed. I tugged at her pretty labia and shoved my tongue as far as I could inside her, Anna's husky, breathy moans spurring me on. I couldn't get enough.

Eventually finding the restraint to withdraw from her tight canal, I slid my tongue lower towards the top of her pussy. The angle was awkward, and I couldn't detect her clit at the apex of her slick folds. Undeterred, I frantically flicked at where it should be with the tip of my tongue, more often than not eliciting a writhing moan.

Her soft thighs gripping my face, her neatly trimmed pubic hair prickling my lips and tongue, her tight opening fragrantly suckling at my nose: I was in heaven. I couldn't believe my luck. But more tempting still, the perfect pucker of her pretty, little asshole right in front of my struggling eyes. I became fixated.

Licking back up through her slit, I probed my tongue back into Anna's cunt. With each jaw-aching thrust, I made sure the tip of my nose touched her star. I could feel Anna rocking back to meet every plunge, seemingly unaware of the contact with her anus, or better yet, not bothered by it.

I was getting carried away. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to taste her. Every last bit of her.

My heart thundered. I was overcome. Tentatively, I touched my tongue to her puckered, little knot. Then I licked at it more confidently.

"Oh my God!" Anna gasped.

Still holding her cheeks apart, I withdrew my tongue and whispered, "You like that?" Before she could answer, I placed a gentle kiss on her asshole.

"Ooh, that's so fucking dirty," she groaned through gritted teeth. "Mmm, I love it!"

I continued rimming her, tickling her forbidden opening with the tip of my tongue. It was so wonderfully filthy. I had barely met Anna half an hour earlier, and I was already working my tongue into her asshole.

Another monumental flush of heat washed over me, and my entire body throbbed in time with my pulse. I wanted more. I needed more.

Flexing my tongue, I poked the tip into her pretty, little pucker. Her tight knot resisted my advance, but nothing was going to keep me out. I stabbed my way in. My jaw and the muscles in my tongue strained uncomfortably against her ring. Still, the intensity of the moment exploded with every extra millimetre I gained.

"Oh!" Anna rasped, lost in the lusty abandon of the experience herself. She was a moaner, and I loved it. Her sounds of ecstasy were a beautiful harmony with my breath and the staccato splatter of the shower behind us.

I felt Anna's nails scratch against the stubble on my chin. I pulled back a second to see what she was doing. She had her hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit. The sight of her masturbating only inches away was incredible. I was mesmerised.

Her fingertips glistened as they slid back and forth through her slit. Then she reached farther around, dipping her index finger into her vagina. It was soon joined by her middle finger, and she pumped both in and out furiously. There was nothing else for it, except to resume licking her asshole as she finger-fucked herself.

The pace of Anna's moans increased. So, too, did my breathing. I managed to get my own hand onto my cock, indulgently smearing my pre-cum over the bulbous head as we worked together to drive her over the edge.

"Oh, fuck," Anna grunted. Her whole body tensed, her ass clenching against my face. "Oh, God, yes!"

Almost by osmosis, I felt the wave of her climax wash over me in a mixture of relief and satisfaction. It was such a beautiful thing. I wanted to sit back and bask in the glory of her orgasm. I wanted to watch her enjoy the moment. Let her come down.

But I was too far gone myself.

I frantically stumbled to my feet behind her, the pain shooting through my knees and ankles. I stifled a laugh, amused at my feeble weariness. Steadying myself with a hand on her hip, I fumbled with my cock at her blossoming pussy. The kiss of her wet folds on my head was divine. Every touch: a blissful tingle.

Anna gently gripped my shaft from between her legs and guided the head to her opening. Feeling the soft cradle of her inner labia, I leaned into her, sinking my length into her molten core. Her gooey warmth gripped me as I sheathed myself inside her. I was lost. We both were, moaning in unison.

Euphoric as it was to be buried to the hilt in Anna's pussy, it wasn't enough. I needed more.

Despite being pressed hard against her soft ass, I thrust my hips forward, stabbing my cock that last little bit deeper. It caused Anna to grunt, the husky somewhere between pleasure and pain. She threw her left forearm up against the mirror to steady herself against my onslaught, her palm slapping against the glass, her fingers splayed. But her right arm stayed pressed against her side as she reached under herself to keep working her clit.

Tightly clutching Anna's soft hips, I fucked her like an animal. I pounded into her with reckless abandon, slapping into her bouncing ass over and over. I stared down at her perfect bell-bottom. My shaft glistened with her arousal as I withdrew on each stroke, but only for a second, before I rammed it back into her. Every time I hit home, I ground myself deeper, sometimes feeling her cervix, sometimes not.

"Oh - God - yes -" Anna grunted in time with my thrusts. "Fuck - me!"

I grunted back with each digging spasm, too busy staring at her ass to articulate a meaningful response. The view of my shaft sliding in and out of her was sadly inadequate. My imagination had to fill in the detail. Still, a sexier sight I couldn't remember.

Tearing my eyes away, I lifted my gaze to the mirror. I tried to make eye contact in the reflection, but Anna's face was blurred out by the fog from her breath. I huffed a laugh through my own fevered panting. My own exertion was beginning to take its toll. Ultimately, however, it was my impending climax that forced me to slow my pace.

"Oh, yes." Anna managed to string her words together more fluidly. "Fuck me, Will. Fuck my dirty, little cunt."

"Oh God!" I gasped, clenching every muscle in my body to try and hold back the tide. Her husky dirty talk pushing me to the brink. To say nothing of the firm grip of her pussy.

An agonising eternity, and I finally managed to swallow my tingling orgasm back down.

Puffing with relief, I opened my eyes to see Anna looking over her shoulder at me. "Too much?" she giggled.

I playfully smacked her ass, eliciting a squeal and more devilish amusement. Then slower than before, I resumed fucking her. This time, sawing the full length of my cock in and out of her sopping cunt. Her giggling returned to beautiful husky moans, and my eyes returned to her ass.

With my right hand full on her buttock, I inched towards her crack. My index finger found her puckered, little knot first, and immediately, I tried to burrow it inside.

"Ooh, dirty boy!" Anna flinched at the intrusion, halting my progress.

"You only live once, right?" I teased with a breathless chuckle.

Anna laughed, then watched me suck my finger into my mouth and coat it with a thick layer of saliva. She inhaled sharply as I pointed back down to her backside. My finger easily slipped past her tight ring. I twisted it back and forth as I fucked her. Her moans filled the shower room, and her fingernails scratched against my balls as she frigged herself.

Again, I was overcome with wanting more of her.

I withdrew my finger from her rosebud and sucked it into my mouth, along with my middle finger. Then steadying her by the shoulder, I worked both slicked digits back into her hungry, little asshole. I plundered her steamy core, feeling my own cock in her vagina through the thin, fleshy membrane.

Anna bore down, nearly breaking my fingers off inside her. Her entire body was racked with heaving spasms. And her groan through her tightly clenched teeth was deliciously guttural, albeit unintelligible.

Painfully wrenching my fingers free from Anna's gaping asshole, I wrapped my arms around her and dragged her away from the maroon vanity. Scuffing across the tiles, we collapsed backwards together onto the timber bench. Her slicked thighs slipped open on either side of my lap, my cock still buried in the warm, wet glove of her pussy.

She leaned back against me and found my mouth with hers. We kissed deeply, sucking at each other's tongues with an intimacy beyond the reality of our acquaintance. Anna cupped my balls, gently kneading them. It was an intensely warm feeling. I held her close and fondled her breasts with my left hand, peeling back the cups of her bra to reveal her soft globes.

Her boobs felt amazing. They were beautifully soft handfuls poking out the top of her bra. I pawed at them, squeezing and pinching her rock-hard nipples, and delighting in the puckered Braille of her areolas. I broke away from the kiss and briefly got my mouth on one of the engorged nubs, sucking at it greedily.