Free Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play by Lorraine Loveit Page A

voice
telling me not to give in to him, as he took my hand in his. The
water felt divine as it cascaded over my body.
    Then he had cornered me,
putting his hands against the wall on either side of my body,
trapping me.
    “ Now, as you
can see, I’m not too worried about my personal space.”
    “ But....”
    “ Let me
finish. You can share my shower any time you wish, as long as you
bring your body and nothing else, no accessories cluttering up my
bathroom, got it?”
    As he spoke he had moved
closer, if that was possible, and I could only nod a reply, due to
the distraction of his swollen erection pressing against me.
    He was breathing hard and apart
from his obvious arousal, I could see the desire in his eyes as he
spoke.
    I swallowed convulsively, as I
tried to regain control of the situation. “Um, I don’t think all of
your body knows about this no strings arrangement.” As I spoke, I
glanced down at his offending body part.
    With a grin,
he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. “I never
said my cock and I didn’t want sex.”
    He eased back and reached for
the body gel. “So, the ball’s in your court, is it just a body wash
or do you want the whole package?”
    As I looked
down at his package , I felt like I was being pressured
into accepting everything he was offering.
    Not waiting for my response, he
squirted some lotion into his hands and then palmed my breasts. I
inhaled sharply at the contact. It felt so good, with his fingers
gently kneading my globes, as his thumbs brushed over the nipples.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, as his hands worked their
magic, the pressure increasing from gentle to firm, with his
fingers pinching my now-sensitive nipples.
    Soon his hands moved to mine,
pulling them above my head. My eyes flew open as he held them
together with one hand, while his free hand continued to wash me
from my arms to my torso.
    Once again he was controlling
me, but wasn’t this what I wanted, what I came here for, what I
made that first phone call for? And so far the results spoke for
themselves, sexually I had never been so satisfied. But something
was missing, I wasn’t sure what. All I knew was I wanted more.
    “ Turn around
and place your hands on the wall.”
    I tried to stall. “No
strings?”
    At my words, he ran his fingers
through his wet hair. “Trust me.”
    Trust
me? It’s what the guys at work generally
said when, in fact, the opposite was more likely. Yes, they were
police officers, but they were also men.
    Slowly I turned around and
placed my hands and my forehead against the tiles. I took deep
breaths and again shut my eyes, trying to decide what I wanted as
his hands moved sensually over my body, paying particular attention
to my still-smarting cheeks. Here he was gentle, for which I was
thankful. It was bad enough when the hot water rained down on my
butt, let alone any firmer attention.
    After he was
finished with my bottom, his hands moved lower, one to push my legs
further apart so the other could wash my wet throbbing sex. How did he manage to bring me to the edge so
quickly?
    I sighed deeply as I thought
about where we stood. One word from me could finish this, but what
would it finish, the sex, the shower, sleeping over or the whole
thing? I knew he wanted me to stay the night, but if I left in the
morning would he want to see me again, or would he move on?
    While it was fresh in my mind,
I blurted out, “If I left now, would you readvertise?”
    His hands stilled at my words,
once again leaving me frustrated with need. After a moment, he
turned me around. “Is that what you think, if you say no to me or
you want to leave, then it’s over?”
    I nodded, confirming what was
on my mind. Brendon shook his head and reached over to turn off the
water.
    He left me for a moment and
returned with a large white fluffy towel. He helped me out of the
shower, but instead of handing it over, he dried me himself. I felt
disappointed that he hadn’t