Celeb Fun

We fade in on Lena and Ian, making out in the shower, hands grasping and caressing each other’s backs and shoulders, as Lena narrates.

“I’d always suspected my neighbor had a crush on me. Ian was never very subtle about it, from the way his eyes lingered a second too long when we chatted over the fence, to the suspiciously frequent offers to help me carry groceries. So, it didn’t surprise me that much when he finally confessed his feelings to me. We were standing by my mailbox, and he just blurted it out, red-faced and adorable. Of course, this was a bit shocking, but I had to confess to him, I’d had a few inappropriate thoughts about him myself. More than a few, actually.”

The hot water streamed over them, swirling down the drain as their kisses grew more urgent. Lena’s fingers trailed down Ian’s wet back, finding the small of it, pressing him closer. Ian’s hands were tangled in her hair, pulling gently, tilting her head for a deeper kiss. They broke apart, gasping slightly, the sound lost in the rush of the water. Lena placed her hands on his shoulders, her gaze searching for him.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ian?” she murmured, her voice husky.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. “Yes. You?”

Lena just smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, and gave him a searing tongue kiss that promised everything. Down below, her hand slid between them, finding his already half-hard cock. A soft groan escaped him as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking gently.

She then started to lower to her knees, breaking the kiss to trail a line of open-mouthed kisses down his chest, teasing his nipples, then moving lower to his stomach. Ian’s breath hitched, his fingers finding purchase on the tiles behind her, bracing himself. Once on her knees, in our first close-up, Lena lifted Ian’s cock to her full lips, her eyes dark with desire, meeting him for a fleeting second. She kissed and licked the head, savoring the taste, before taking him into her mouth.

“Oh, bloody hell.” Ian moaned, his head falling back against the wall of the shower, water raining down on his face. Her lips slid up and down his rigid shaft, a slow, deliberate motion, dragging a bit as she pulled back, teasing him with each withdrawal. At one point, she kissed up the underside, her tongue flicking expertly as she rubbed the now swollen cock with her closed fist, her thumb circling the head. “Oh, fuck, Lena.” Ian groaned, a raw sound of pure pleasure, his hips jerking slightly, instinctively pushing into her mouth. The shower was forgotten, the world outside this steaming enclosure nonexistent. There was only Lena, and the exquisite torment she was inflicting. He needed more. He needed all of her.

Lena’s smile was a sly, knowing curve. “If I make you cum now, will you be able to bounce back quickly?” Her voice, a husky whisper, danced over his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Ian’s breath hitched. “Oh, definitely.” The word was a raw gasp, an implicit plea. He watched her, utterly captivated, as her gaze, dark and intoxicating, flickered from his eyes to the engorged head nestled in her hand.

“I sure hope so.” she purred, the promise in her tone a delicious torture. Her fingers tightened, a gentle squeeze that had him arching against her touch. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that held him captive, Lena brought him closer, until the tip of him was hovering just inches from her lips.

He watched, mesmerized, as her mouth parted, a dark, inviting cavern.