I think the first time he knows will be when he reads this.I think the first time he knows will be when he reads this. Unknowingly, he stopped me before I brought myself to orgasm by telling me to get up. He turned down the water to a gentle fine spray, as hot as was comfortable, and the steam abated enough for us both to catch our breath. He unlocked the chain at my waist, and keeping the tension on the free end with one hand, slowly pulled on the chain from the rear with the other hand until it was free of the ring on the device, link by jarring link, rubbing against both openings at once. It pinched me a few times, enough that I gasped, but he was watching my face so closely and pulling on the chain so slowly and carefully that he controlled every pinch, every nuance of sensation I felt. Every time it pinched, he slowed and let the pain become almost-pleasure. By the time the chain was out, I was panting, nearly hypervent- ilating. He let the chain dangle from the waistband, but held the device in me with his hand. Slowly, he inched it out. "Hurry," I whined. "Please!" I wanted to reach down and take it out myself. But he continued to manipulate and stroke both of my openings. His other hand, lubricated by the conditioner, worked at my rear, penetrating slightly, loosening, penetrating again, more each time, while the device continued its work in front. Finally he took the device out altogether and went to work with his hand. I was about to have an orgasm, and could not continue to stand. I sagged a little; he supported me by holding both sides of my slippery and hairless crotch cradled between his hands as I slid to my knees. Still leaning with my arms up against the wall, I was on my knees, and his fingers resumed their work. At last, one of his fingers penetrated my rear fully. I contracted against it, but it was insis- tent, continuing to probe and stimulate. I couldn't stand it any more, and began contracting both openings against his fingers. I couldn't come. I got more and more frantic, squirming. |