In the small, quaint town of Breaston, lived a woman named Hannah. At the age of thirty-five, she had an hourglass figure, with her most striking feature being her colossal, round breasts that commanded attention. Her areolas were the size of saucers, and her nipples stood erect, piercing the cool air. She had a trimmed patch of pubic hair, a rarity among the young women of her time, which only added to her allure.
One fateful day, as Hannah stepped into her shower, the warm water cascaded down her body, awakening her senses. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the water droplets on her skin. Slowly, she ran her hands over her body, caressing her soft curves. She pinched her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers, and let out a soft moan.
Hannah’s hands wandered lower, tracing the outline of her voluptuous hips, and reached her mound. She spread her legs slightly, inviting her fingers to explore the folds of her sex. She began to circle her clit, teasing herself. Her moans grew louder, echoing in the small bathroom.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing a tall, handsome stranger. He was a traveler passing through town, and his eyes widened at the sight of Hannah’s naked body, glistening with water. He stepped closer, unable to resist the allure of her curves.
Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt his presence. She looked into his eyes, and they were filled with desire. She nodded, inviting him to join her in the shower. He stepped in, and their bodies pressed together, his hard length pressing against her belly.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He cupped her breasts, kneading them gently, and she gasped into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver.
He knelt before her, and his mouth found her sex. He licked and sucked at her clit, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his face. He slid a finger into her opening, feeling her wet heat. He added another, and she moaned, her legs trembling.
Hannah reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He continued to pleasure her, driving her closer to the edge. She felt the familiar tension building in her belly, and she knew she was close.
With one final flick of his tongue, she came undone, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her legs giving out beneath her. He caught her, holding her up as she rode out her release.
When she had recovered, she looked down at him, a satisfied smile on her face. He stood, and their lips met once more. This time, there was a new urgency to their kiss.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid inside her, and she gasped at the feeling of him filling her. He began to thrust, and she met him stroke for stroke.
They moved together, their bodies slick with water. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath her fingers. She raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.
Their moans filled the small bathroom, mingling with the sound of the water. He reached down, rubbing her clit as he continued to thrust. The double sensation was too much, and she came again, her walls clenching around him.
He followed her over the edge, his orgasm triggering another one from her. They clung to each other, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure washed over them.
When they had recovered, they shared one last kiss before he left the shower, leaving her alone once more. She finished washing, her mind still reeling from the encounter. She stepped out of the shower, her body humming with satisfaction.
As she dried off, she couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since she had felt so desired, so alive. She knew she would never forget the stranger who had shown her the sweet embrace of the shower.
