8 The Shower

Mark leaned back on the wooden chair as he stared at the sheets of his diary. He still had two hours before he left the house. He knew he just returned to the house to get entangled in a love story. No… he had things that needed to be sorted out. Things which bothered him, something he believed disturbed him at night. He needed his company to expand its capacity to meet a more comprehensive number of people across the world. He sighed as he crept into the bed and cuddled her. He only had two hours to spare for resting. The alarm clock set to two hours began its reminder as soon as its hand reached the mark. Mark rose from his nap, feeling the warmth of the morning sun cascading through the bedroom window. Lana, nestled on the bed, stirred as he shifted. Mark still didn't know much about her even though they had been dating for a while; he was beginning to forget some things. Their relationship was threatened. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a gentle smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. As Mark sat up, stretching his limbs, he leaned over to plant a tender peck on her forehead. Lala savored the affectionate gesture, feeling a surge of love and longing. With a playful glint in her eyes, she caught his hand and held him back, her voice laced with a hint of playful persuasion. "Stay a little longer," she whispered, her words laced with a soft plea. "Spend some more time with me." His gaze met hers, a mixture of tenderness and regret lingering in his eyes. Mark gently disentangled himself from her grasp, a sigh escaping his lips. He knew responsibilities were awaiting him beyond the confines of their cozy home. "I wish I could, my love," he replied, his voice tinged with longing. "But there's something I need to take care of. It won't take too long, I promise." Her smile wavered slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. Nevertheless, she understood the demands of his obligations and respected his need to attend to them. With a soft nod, she released her hold on Mark, even as her heart yearned for more stolen moments together. "Alright," Lala conceded, her voice holding a trace of wistfulness. "But don't be gone for too long. And remember, come back with something edible when you return." His expression softened with gratitude, appreciating her thoughtfulness. He leaned down again, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead before rising to his feet. With a final glance back at his beloved, he entered the bathroom. The bathroom without tubs had its grey tiles all over, with a drainage hole at the end of the bathroom. The shower hung at another end. The semi-transparent door that slid open and closed. The shower came alive as soon as its handle was turned, its cascading streams transforming into a symphony of liquid melodies. As Mark stepped into its embrace, the droplets danced upon his skin like a thousand shimmering stars, their gentle touch awakening every nerve in his body. The warm and inviting water enveloped him in a blissful embrace, washing away the weariness of the day. Just the right temperature that his body needed. With each drop that traced its path down his body, Mark felt renewed, as if the world's burdens were being rinsed away. The steam rose around him, creating an ethereal mist that blurred the bathroom, transporting him to a realm where only tranquility and indulgence existed. His once orderly and restrained hair cascaded freely down his back, surrendering to the rhythmic pulses of the shower. Each strand became a conduit for the water's caress, settling down on his skin as he constantly brushed them off, washing them with soapy liquid. The warmth of the shower seeped into his bones, soothing muscles that had long carried the weight of burdens for so long. It was as if the water whispered secrets of relaxation, coaxing his body to let go of tension and surrender to the sheer pleasure of the moment. The shower's vigor intensified, and the water droplets commenced an animated dance, captivating his senses. The orchestral melody of rushing water and the gentle percussion of droplets upon the tiles enveloped him, casting a spell of tranquil introspection. Mark tilted his face upwards with closed eyes, allowing the water to cascade over him like a gentle waterfall. Each droplet seemed to carry the essence of purity, washing away the residue of stress and worry, leaving behind only a sense of renewal and clarity. At that moment, the shower transformed into a sanctuary of the senses, where time stood still, and the world outside ceased to exist. And as Mark stood beneath the shower's embrace, he reveled in the sheer magic of the moment. Only when the door slid open and closed to reveal a young feminine figure finding a way beside him. Mark turned around; it was Lala. The one he found so attractive. "And you are?" He said, his voice husky. She clung to him from behind, getting into the ring where the shower's intensity was more intense. Her hair was immediately drained and glued to her bare skin. She hugged Mark from behind, taking a grasp of his body. "Lala.." she said as she circled her hands around his chest, spreading the liquid soap on his body. He turned her around immediately, her hips pressing tight on his. He cupped Lala's breasts from behind, leaving her to moan softly after a chuckle. His hands sailed all over her body, from her breasts down to her buttocks and her thighs. She stayed calm the same way her body refused to cut contact with his body. The shower washed away the soap off their bodies; she turned around to kiss him. Mark's lips made way for hers, both battling for dominance. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he held her raised thigh up, feeling itsit's tender skin as they kissed deeply. His fingers slid into her hole, leaving her with a sharp moan as she was forced to contract her thighs, trapping his fingers inside her as he struggled to get deeper. Mark held her hands backward as she leaned forward on the walls of the bathroom, pressing her breasts against the walls. He stroked in and out of her moist hole consecutively as she could only utter a few words. "Ugh! Fuck…" Lala watched as his fingers penetrated her hole from behind; streams of pleasure sailed across her body. The streams of water splashed hard on her buttocks, creating droplets of water that dispersed in different directions as he increased his pace. "Ughhh, Mar-Mark!" She was getting close to climax; Mark held her hands backward, making sure she didn't break free. He stroked her faster than before as she moaned louder. It was like she was in flames. He immediately penetrated his full inches inside her as he removed his fingers. With a hard thrust in, she moaned and gasped for breath; her knees felt weak the more she made attempts to contact her thighs. Lala was about to fall to her knees as Mark held her neck from behind, still holding her hands in bondage. Her buttocks pointed at his hips. Lala had taken his full inches in one hard thrust; her juice spilled as he took his inches out of her.