1 A KISS UNDER THE SHOWER

It was 2:00 PM in Manchester, UK. Emily, a beautiful young lady in her twenties was under the shower. So refreshing was the touch of the water on her skin that she had her eyes closed, savouring the cool sensation she was feeling all over her body. She was singing a popular rhythm and blues song in a low tone.

The door knob to entrance door started to turn slowly and suddenly opened. The door opened with almost no sound such that anyone that is few feet away could not even notice that the door had opened.

A man in his early thirties walked into the room and stood at the entrance. He was putting on a dark sun glasses. He has a broad chest with muscular arms that could pass him for a wrestler at a glance. As if calculating his steps, he started walking into the room. He used his right foot to close the door gently.

He opened the bedroom door and walked into the room. The song that Emily was singing filtered through into the bedroom, the splashing of the water from the shower provided a kind of rhythm for the song that matched perfectly. He smiled in a very mischievous way, nodding at the same time. Carefully, he slipped out of his pants and dropped it on the bed. He took off his shirt, looked at his broad chest for a while, then looked in the direction of the bathroom with that mischievous smile still on his lips.

The door to the bathroom opened carefully and the man slipped into the shower. The sweetness of the water and the song Emily was singing could not allow her pay any attention to whatever was happening. The man grabbed her from behind gently. Emily, not expecting anyone, screamed at the top of her voice. She struggled to set herself lose from the grip of the intruder, but the grip got firmer than before.

"Who could this be?" a thought ran through her mind in a flash.

The man pulled her close to himself. She felt his naked body pressed against hers in a very sensual way. His member was already strong, pressing hard against her from behind.

"Oh my God! He is naked!" she almost screamed that in her thought. She quickly turned and saw Eric, the man she met few weeks ago and had stuck to like Bonnie and Clyde.

"Must you do that all the time?" she yelled, hitting him on his chest at the same time.

"Ouch!" he reacted to the pain and defended himself against further attacks.

"I thought you said you love surprises?" he spoke further with a broad smile on his lips.

"Yes I do! But…"

He pulled her to himself before she could finish what she was saying. The word she wanted to say stopped halfway down her throat as they stood there staring at each other. He placed his lips on hers and gave her a quick kiss.

"Oh! That feels so good," Emily moaned. She threw her both arms around his neck and kissed him back. Her breasts pressed on his hairy skin as she moved closer and closer until there was no more gap between them.

"I thought you wanted to say something?" Eric asked mockingly.

"I can't remember that anymore," she whispered into his ears.

Eric grabbed the back of her head and engaged her in a long kiss. She moves backward until her body touched the wall and she stopped. They stayed there, under the rushing water and kept kissing for several minutes.

"Wait a minute," Emily spoke beneath her breath with her lips still glued to Eric's.

Emily suddenly stopped kissing him and pulled her lips from his. He thought she had something serious to say so he gave her all his attention. He was looking straight into her eyes. Instead of talking to him, she was just staring at him, smiling gleefully.

The silence was taking forever to Eric so he decided to break the silence. But the moment she knew he wanted to say something, she rubbed her hand across his chest with her usual sensual smile and picked her towel from where it was hanging. She started moving towards the door.

"You cannot leave me like this!" Eric yelled out in frustration.

"I am not leaving you!" she smiled and turned to face him but still walking backward. "Just follow me and find out what I am up to."

She walked out of the door. He understood what she meant immediately. She was taking the game to the bed. He smiled and shook his head at the same time.

Eric came and stood at the door of the bathroom. He leaned on the door frame and had his eyes fixed on Emily who was already on the bed. She was biting her lips sensually and smiling at him both at the same time.

As Eric stood there admiring her beauty, he recalled how they met at a bar when he went out with some friends. She was there, sitting all alone. Everyone thought she was waiting for someone so no one had the courage to engage her in discussion. Eric got tired of hoping and wishing and decided to walk up to her. There she was with the most radiant smile he had ever seen. For a moment, Eric had thought they had met before. But after they got to know each other, he knew it was her usual way of acting nice.

"Will you just stand there smiling at me?" Emily's voice jolted Eric back to himself. "I have something sweet to whisper to you," she spoke with the most sensual voice he had ever heard used.

She beckoned to him with her index finger to come to her in bed. Eric crawled to her in and set in between her thighs. He brought her face close to hers.

"Here I am," he spoke, smiling ever calmly. "What do you want to tell me?" he pretended as if he did not know what she was doing.

"It is not words you hear with your ears," she replied him. She held his cheeks in both of her palms and drew his face closer to hers. She kissed him.

"Do you like that?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he teased. "Maybe you should do it again."

Emily started kissing him continuously. He supported his weight with one hand and used the other to caress her. When he was not expecting, Emily turned him to the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I was not expecting that," he smiled.

She started kissing him again, first lightly, then more urgently as if under intense pressure. He removed her towel and threw it some distance away from the bed.

He wanted to kiss her further but she could wait no longer. She could feel the flood gate of her fluid getting ready to open up and she was not in any way ready to miss that moment. She wanted him inside of her, and she wanted him that very moment. Avoiding her lips, she reached down her hand to his member and grabbed it. It was so strong that she almost shouted at the feeling of it. Gently but quick enough to meet the pleasure that she desired, she slipped on it.

"Ooh!" she moaned as the pleasure heightened. Not knowing exactly why, she started calling his name repeatedly as if chanting a war song. Her eyes were closed as she thrust up and down, feeling every brush of his member against the wall of her juice box.

After a few thrust, she exploded from deed inside and collapsed on him. Before she knew it, he turned her over and mounted her. She was moaning so loud that Eric became afraid that her voice might get across to his neighbours. He wanted to slow down but he could not, riding on her like a horse galloping in a battle field. She continued moaning as he rammed in and out of her until he too exploded deep into her. She made a fist and hit him on his chest jokingly.

After several hours of continuous sex, they both lied on their back exhausted from the many rounds of sex they already had. Emily was still trying to catch her breath. None of them wanted to stop but they knew better than that.

"That was awesome!" she exclaimed. "I can't remember when last I had a sex like this. Wow!"

Her face was lit up in excitement. He had never seen her in that mood before. He could not understand what appeared to be different to her about the sex they just had from the numerous sex they have had since they met in the bar. His charm always work so well on her that she has never denied him sex anytime he wanted it.

Eric started feeling pity for her because he knew it won't last. He never seemed to be satisfied with a single lady for long. She was lucky to have been in his house for over a week. She had tried on few occasions to get rid of her but she seemed to have a hold on him that he could not explain. If there was anything they had in common, he knew it was their uncanny desire for sex. They have had unrestricted sex couple of times that he knew that if he lose her, he might not have anyone like her again. Yet, he knew he cannot keep her. He was already craving for a new adventure on the inside, a desire he knew he would have to do something about or end up hurting Emily in a way neither him nor her would like.

"Hey!" Emily's voice jolted him out of his thought. She turned on one side and faced him, pointing a finger at him as she spoke, "I thought you said you would not be coming home till late at night?"

Eric turned to look at her and smiled. He returned his gaze to where he was looking before.

"Yeah!" he replied.

"Then why did you change your mind and come back that early?" she asked anxiously.

Eric kept looking up at the ceiling. He smiled and turned to her. He gave her a quick kiss and kept staring straight into her eyes until she became uncomfortable.

"What?" Emily asked, getting curious to know what he was thinking.

"I was just missing you so much that I became afraid that I might lose my mind if I don't see you urgently," he teased her. They both started laughing out loud.

"What?" she hit him on his chest. "Stop joking and be serious for once."

"I am not joking," he replied. He kissed her deeply and looked straight into her eyes. "I don't know why, but I kept missing you even when I don't want to." He continued to kiss her but she pushed him away gently and turned on her back, looking at the ceiling. She became sober suddenly, giving the whole thing that was happening between them a serious thought for the first time in over a week that they met.

Eric noticed that she had become worried. He could not tell why, but he knew something was bothering her.

"Hey! What is it?" he asked.

Without looking at him, she said; "Is this real?"

Eric understood what she said but pretended not to know a thing.

"Look at me," he spoke to her, turning her to face him at the same time. She reluctantly agreed and turned to face him.

"What is real?" he asked.

"This that is happening between us, is it real, or would soon develop wings and fly away like the birds?"

"Stop saying that," he spoke calmly to her. "Our love is flying nowhere."

She looked carefully into his eyes to know if he was hiding anything from her but she could not figure out a thing.