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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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The downstairs shower was the one that worked the best, at least that was according to Alex. It was a bubbled glass box spacious enough for Christine as well as all manner of aromatic soaps and things on the glass shelves all around on the inside: the surrounding bathroom itself had enough space for a whole party when she walked in there, still naked from her photoshoot in the stairwell.
There was a small stack of clean towels on one shelf over the sink, and she took the one on top for herself. She slung it over the rung next to that big spacious shower, followed by the fabric bathmat slung over the top metal lining part of the glass down onto the tile floor before the door. The fabric still felt wet from Alex’s shower from before.
She opened the door, and she looked on at the handheld silvery shower head right above the dials as well as the drain in the dead center of the tile floor itself.
She closed the door behind her part of the way, just so she had some space between her and the tempering of the water.
She turned the dials and sure enough, cold water shot right out of that big shower head, as cold as ice, as if the snow had melted and found its way into the water line. Naturally, Christine stepped outside of the shower for a few seconds once she turned the dial for the hot water. She let it run for a few seconds before it was warm enough for her to step inside.
The water washed over her head and shoulders first, and then she reached down for the conditioner first. A few squirts and she ran it all through her dark hair, from the roots all the way to the very ends. A quick but thorough rinse, and she reached for the soft-scented accompanying shampoo next. After a hearty rinse off, she then reached for the washcloth over the metal part of the shower as well as the bar of soap right next to her.
The combined scent of vanilla and oatmeal filled the shower at the first wipe onto the cloth, and she knew it was the healthy kind of soap.
Christine raised one arm to being on the insides of her arms as well as her pits when something caught her eye through the textured glass around her. She opened the door part of the way only to find Alex standing there in the buff himself. He had taken off her robe and laid it over the counter right next to the sink.
“What’s up?” she greeted him.
“Oh, nothing. Just—” He nibbled on his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over the slight view of her body through the partially open shower door.
“Didn’t you already take a shower?” she asked him with a chuckle. He swallowed and held out his hands before him.
“But you’re—you’re!”
“I’m in here and I'm naked and soaking wet,” she teased him. He bowed his head and hunched his shoulders, as if he had come from humble beginnings instead of the stairwell right outside of the bathroom door. She fetched up a sigh, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as well.
“Okay, come on in,” she coaxed him as she opened the shower door all the way. “Be careful, though, there’s no bathmat in here.”
“Yeah, that’s the one drawback with this shower,” he confessed as he stepped inside of there; he pressed his back to the tile wall right next to her as if the water was about to attack him. Alex closed the door behind him; Christine meanwhile, ran the washcloth over her bare breasts and her belly.
“Here, let me help with that,” he offered to her. He put his arms around her full waist and slipped his tongue into her mouth as the water rained down all around them.
He then held back and picked the washcloth from her hand to help her wash her chest.
“Any excuse to touch my breasts,” she teased him.
“I also wanna clean you up,” he said. “I was a dirty boy, and you were a dirty girl.”
“You’re such a dirty boy you had to take two showers!” she joked, and he burst out laughing at that. “If you want, you can wash the inside of my thighs for me.”
“Gladly!”
Alex crouched down to wash the inside of her thighs, but there wasn’t nearly enough space for him to do just that, especially when he knocked over the shampoo bottle with the side of his hip.
“Oops. Damn.” He stood back up and handed her the cloth. “Hang on—let me get that.” As he stooped back over to pick up the shampoo bottle, Christine reached down for a gentle tap on his bare, soaking wet ass.
“Hey!” he yelped out, and she giggled at him.
“Soaking wet and jiggly,” she teased him.
“Soaking wet and—and—and—and yeah, jiggly,” he blubbered, and she shrugged. She giggled at him some more, and then she reached down and scrubbed her legs.
“Want me to rinse you off?” he offered.
“Ooh, could you?” she asked him as she rinsed out the cloth and then wrung it out. He reached for the handheld shower head and waved it over her body, from her chest, down to her waist and the sides of her body. The soap dripped down the curves of her body all the while, all the way down to the floor of the shower and the drain. She then opened her legs for him to rinse off her lips, to which he showed her a mischievous smile.
“What’s that look for?” she asked him.
“This is making me think of that dildo you were using,” he confessed.
“You ain’t seen nothing,” she teased him. “Here, let me show you—” She took the shower head from him and then crouched down with her legs wide open and with it right underneath her. He raised his eyebrows at that.
“Oh, my,” he declared.
“Yeah. Yeah, that feels sooo good, let me tell you, Mr. Skolnick.”
“Want me to get your ass?” he offered.
“Please.” She handed him the shower head again, and she turned around for him to do it. The water felt so good into her ass like that, at least for the first few seconds. And then she realized that it was him in between her cheeks.
He ran the shower head over her back as he slipped it back into the holster over her head, and he gave it to her doggy style, at least for a handful of seconds before she realized that he wasn’t in all the way.
“Okay, come to me.”
“Only if you come to me,” she quipped back at him; out of the corner of her eye and through the cascading water, he showed her his tongue once again. She rested her hands on the tiles before her, and he held onto her hips. He thrust hard into her with the warm water all around them.
It was tricky given they stood on slippery tiles with running water and soaps suds all around them, but he managed to give it to her in the shower. He leaned over her bare back and rested his hands on her breasts to fondle her nipples. Since he had been outside of the water for a few seconds, his hands were cold to the touch.
She gasped at the feeling, and then she followed it up with a low euphoric moan.
Something that felt like shampoo dripped down her right thigh, and she realized that he had ejaculated once again, that time on the back of her thigh.
“That’s how we do,” she declared as he pressed his lips to the side of her face while he still leaned on her bare back. He then stood up and she followed, and then she took the shower head again for another rinse of her thighs and into her ass. She ran the head down his body as well for another good rinsing before she put the shower head back in place.
“You know what would be even better?” he suggested.
“What’s that?” she asked him, and he reached behind her for one of the dials.
She was met with a surge of cold water. The feeling sent a shockwave of chills up her spine and all the way down to her feet. He lingered before her in the cold bath with his mouth open and his eyes locked onto her own.
She breathed harder and harder from the icy cold feeling all around them. Her nipples were as tight as ever, and he was as hard as ever. He set his hands on either side of her head to steady himself, and she rested her hands down on the glass to steady herself as well.
With the cold water at the helm, he bent his knees and then thrusted several times into her, right up against her clit. It was so quick, but the cold water had stimulated them both beyond what they already knew. She came hard, complete with a heavy movement of her chest.
He let out a low whistle as he came again, that time down onto the tiles between their feet and down the drain. He held still as the water washed the rest of it away a third time around. Alex then reached over to switch off the water.
Christine panted and struggled to catch her breath, and he cracked her a playful, mischievous little smile. She then raised her hand to playfully slap him for doing that, but he ducked out of there before she could touch him.
“Now get outta here, you naughty boy,” she teased him as she wrung out her hair and gave her chest a quick jiggle. He showed her his tongue again before he reached for his towel on the rung once more to dry off his hair first, followed by his entire body. Christine stood still there on the glistening, slippery tiles, and she let the cold water drip off her body for a few more seconds.
It took her about that long to feel the memory of his flesh on her own, his dick in her ass and his hands on her hips. Little water droplets slid their way down her hipbones to the full part, followed by the outside curvature of her thighs.
She looked down at her breasts, at her tightened nipples, and she couldn’t help but feel somewhat satisfied with herself for having helped him unlock the feeling inside of him.
She watched his glassy silhouette on the other side of the shower dry off more before he reached for her bathrobe again: that time around, he put his hair up in the towel to keep off his neck.
Once he was out of the bathroom, she stepped out of the shower, onto that heavy fabric bathmat outside of the glass door, and she reached for a clean towel for herself.
She thought about what he had said in the stairwell from before, and she wondered if there was any truth to it at all. Then again, as she ruminated over that very thought, she wondered if there was something else that he hid from her as she dried off and tied up her hair in the towel.
She knew that she would have to ask him before this whole adventure through the mind ended.
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