in the shower.

     There's a guy on my volleyball team that I've been eyeing.

      I've purposely been wearing less and less to the games, to get his attention.  I used to wear jogging pants, then stretch pants, shorts, shorter shorts, now extremely short shorts.  My ass has to be hanging out of these things.  Especially when I bend over to get the ball. 

      I usually ride my bike to the games, but decided not to this time. He has a car, and actually offered me a ride home last week, but I couldn't accept, me having my bike with me.

      Is he here?  Yes. He's not necessarily the most attractive guy on the team; a little older than most.  But slim, with an athletic build.   I'm a little out of his league, and he's shy around me, probably assuming he has no chance.  He wears a tank top that shows off his arms.  He sees me and smiles to himself, but doesnt say hello. "Hi Jeremy!" I tease, and he blushes a bit.

      He plays a good game, and I am quick to vocalize it, with "nice serve, Jer", "great spike", "nice play".  He crowds my position sometimes, and I give him a playful shove back across the court.  Once, while he's serving, I bend over to tie my shoe, right from the waist.  I wait for the serve, wait, waiting. I look up, he's staring right at me.  
     "Jeremy! What's the problem?" Someone pipes in.  Flustered, he botches the serve.  I secretly smile. 

      At the end of the game, I hang back.  "Wondering if that ride's still available ... my bike's in the shop this week."  
     "Oh! Sure! Yeah, no problem." His eyes unmistakably  light up, but I catch him trying to remain cool.  I picture him being a real nerd in school, before he started working out.  He probably has a pretty successful career as an adult, but I still can't see him being terribly popular with the ladies, because of a lack of confidence.  Still thinks he's a total dweeb in there.   

      He's doesn't say much in the car, seemingly nervous to be alone with me.  I pretend not to notice, energetically talking about everything from sports, to the new couch I just bought. "You should see it! Do you have time to stop in for a second?"  
     "I don't know, I should really hit the shower..." 
     " You can use mine. Really. It's no problem!" 

     "Ok, you don't mind? I'll just be a second." 
     "Please, Jeremy! I want you to." As soon as I hear the shower start, I start removing my own clothing.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I'm bent over to remove the shorts.  I look at my ass in them, and smile.  I slowly open the door to the washroom, and quietly step inside.  
     "Hello?" He calls, warily.  
     "I thought I'd join you," I say as I pull the curtain aside.  He stares at my body, eyebrows raised.  I step in, he makes room, as if this still may be just a friendly gesture from a rather overt woman.  I claim the shower head, letting the water run over my body, tilting my head back to wet my hair.  When I open my eyes, he has a large erection. I smile, he looks embarrassed.
     "Sorry, I..." he starts.  I laugh; it echoes in the shower, I grab the soap, and grab his cock.  A sound escapes his mouth, like the pleasure of it surprised him, like he didn't know what it was for until now.  My soapy hands slide up and down his cock, I encourage him to lather up my breasts while I do it.  They feel so full and round as he massages them, almost as if the hot water has made them expand, with hard nipples as the stems to two large, blown up balloons.  His cock gets harder in my hands, as I tell him to soap up my clit.  Even in the shower I can feel how wet I am.  My clit feels just as hard and alert as my breasts, as he plays with it, the soap making him glide so perfectly over me.  I grab his ass, soap up his balls, his asshole.  I want my hands to slide all over him, I want him to touch every part of me.  
     "Fuck me, Jeremy,"  I exclaim, bending over, using the ledge of the tub.  He rinses his cock, and quickly finds my pussy.  
     "Oh my God," he breathes.  
     "Fuck me Jeremy."  I want it now, I want it all.  "Fuck me."  He gives me the whole thing, slowly, then starts to thrust.  "Oh God. Yes."  He fucks me hard, and fast, just like I want him to.  "Yes. Oh God. Yes." He holds onto my hips, his thrusts rebounding like they were attached by elastic.  "Yes. I fucking love it!"  His cock slides in and out of me so perfectly, like it was made to fuck me; like my pussy was the mould in which his cock was cast.  He fuck at this fantastic pace, until he finally withdraws, and I feel his hot come on my lower back, and butt.  I turn the shower cooler, and clean us both off.  

      We lie naked on my new couch, with the fan pointed at us.  "Was it the shorts?"  I joke.