Slippery When Wet

By Nomi

It had been another long, arduous, crazy day. I don't think I remember any other type of work day. I had meetings with the General Counsel's office to go over my Grand Jury testimony, meetings with Justice officials to try to figure out just how much money they still needed to fight big tobacco, and a million other random planned and unplanned meetings that took up the majority of my day.

I had lost track of Sam sometime during the day, but when I came back to my office at around 9 PM, there was a note on my desk: "J - stuck in Ainsley's office. If I'm not home by 11, make sure I wasn't her dinner. S." I took that to mean that I shouldn't wait around for him and that he'd meet me at home, so I gathered up my stuff and headed out.

It was a pleasant evening, and we live relatively close to work, so I decided to walk home. I'm such a New Englander at times - I expect the evening to be less humid and less hot than the middle of the day was.

Silly me.

By the time I got home, I was sweating profusely. All I could think of was taking a really, really, really long shower, hoping it would work all the kinks out of my overly- abused muscles. And despite the heat, I was planning on the hottest, steamiest shower I could stand - my back was screaming at me, and I'd given up on stretching behind my office door ever since Donna thwacked me in the nose with the door hard enough to make my nose bleed.

I trudged up the front stairs, through the foyer, and - after convincing my tired fingers that manipulating my keys was in their best interest - into the apartment. Immediately, I started shedding my clothing, dropping items hither and yon. It might annoy Sam slightly, but he'd get over it. Dropping my hunter-green-silk boxers - the ones that match the shirt of Sam's that I love the most - right outside the bathroom door, I stood naked at the side of the tub as I adjusted the water temperature. When I was satisfied, I climbed into the tub.

From the moment the water began pounding on my back, I began to relax. I stood stock-still for a while, letting the massaging shower head do its job. Eventually, I turned around, stuck my head under the stream and let the water run down my face. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, luxuriating in the feel of the water coursing down my body.

A cool breeze alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone in the bathroom. This was soon confirmed by a familiar pair of hands cupping my ass cheeks. I recognized Sam's unique scent even through the shower spray...not that I was expecting anyone else to join me in the shower.

"I followed your trail of...bedcrumbs," a voice whispered in my ear. Warm lips closed around my left earlobe and sharp teeth nibbled slightly.

"Bedcrumbs?" I asked. "Did you have to resort to wordplay, love?"

"No," Sam responded. "I coulda resorted to this." He slid one hand down my side to grasp my cock as he thrust against me.

"Oh...do that again," I said, and Sam complied, thrusting even harder against me.

As he thrust, Sam brought his free hand up to caress my face. With one finger, he outlined my lips, and I captured that finger inside my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it lightly.

Sam eventually extricated his finger from my mouth, slid his hands along my arms and grasped my wrists. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, wondering what was about to happen.

Sam slowly lifted my left arm and clasped my hand around the shower head, then followed suit with my right arm.

"Don't let go," he said. "You let go, I stop. Got it?"

I nodded and Sam stepped back. I whimpered at the loss of contact with his bare, wet skin, but he said, "Don't worry...I'll be right back."

I felt more than saw the shower curtain open - after all, I was facing the shower head, and I wasn't going to let go of the shower head, even though Sam wouldn't know the difference.

Or maybe he would.

I tried to wait patiently for Sam to return, but I was imagining all of the possibilities and could feel myself getting hard. Anticipation was a powerful weapon in Sam's hands.

In just a few minutes, Sam came back. I heard him place a bunch of things around the edge of the tub, but I couldn't tell what they were.

The possibilities intrigued me. While I was intimately familiar with the contents of my duffel bag of toys, I didn't think that Sam would go into the bag without asking for my permission. Not that he needed my permission - what's mine is his, for the most part - but taking toys from the bag went against his usual submissiveness.

So I wondered what sort of toys Sam might have accumulated for himself and was intrigued by the possibility of breaking some of them in.

I heard the curtain open again, and then Sam's hands were back on my hips.

"Didja miss me?"

"Very much," I responded.

"You didn't let go, did you?"

"Nope."

"Good." Sam reached up and grabbed my right wrist, pulling my hand down from the shower head. One handed, he reached for something while holding my wrist with his other hand. A few seconds later, I heard the distinctive sound of velcro and I felt a cuff being placed around my wrist. Sam released my right hand and repeated the process with my left, then let me relax my shoulders for a minute.

"Don't get too comfortable," Sam whispered. He turned away again - brushing his hard cock against my ass - and then returned, reaching up to place a blindfold over my eyes. As soon as the blindfold was in place, Sam gently massaged my shoulders then grabbed my wrists again. Shifting the cuffs slightly, Sam brought my arms forward and - somehow - attached them to the wall in front of me.

"Wha...?"

"Suction cups. Cuffs designed for the shower. Found them on-line. Now be quiet," Sam said in a harsh whisper. He then backed away again.

Blind, restrained, I had no way of knowing what would come next. But I trusted Sam...even this not-often-seen dominant side of Sam.

I felt Sam's hands - now slick with what I assumed was some sort of lotion - cup my ass cheeks and pull them gently apart. One slippery finger traced the valley between my cheeks, teased my asshole, and retreated.

"Relax, J," Sam said in my ear. He nipped lightly at my earlobe as he pushed something solid - not himself - against my opening. "This shouldn't hurt..." As the invader insinuated itself in my ass, I first identified it as a medium-sized butt plug. As Sam continued to advance it, however, I revised my mental picture - it was a set of anal beads.

"Where..." After Sam's admonition to keep quiet, I was afraid to ask where he'd gotten his toy supply, but I was intrigued.

"On-line. Now don't talk." I started to moan as Sam advanced the string of beads deeper into me. At some seemingly arbitrary point, he stopped, leaving the beads inside me.

"Shh," Sam whispered in my ear, again aligning himself close against my back. He reached around my front and cupped my balls with one hand. "I'm gonna make you come so hard..." He blew into my ear and I shivered, despite the still-hot water pouring down over me.

As he massaged my balls, Sam began to, millimeter by millimeter, extract the beads from their resting place. He shifted his angle slightly so that the widest part of each bead scraped against my prostate on its journey. With each brush, I jerked and Sam increased the pace of his massage.

With his hands occupied, Sam's only tool of stimulation was his tongue...which he wielded to perfection, simulating within my ear canal the deep fucking I hoped was soon to follow.

As he withdrew the last bead and adjusted my stance to his liking, Sam spoke in my ear.

"Don't come yet."

I was so close to the edge that the request bordered on torture. But I was rewarded for my control as I felt Sam's cock pressing against my now-prepared asshole.

He thrust slowly inside me as he continued to massage my balls. I could hear a keening that I knew had to be coming from my own throat but that was unlike any other noise I was ever aware of making.

"Shh, J...not long now," Sam crooned as he buried himself to the hilt. He paused, his pubic hair brushing against my ass cheeks, then began - oh, so slowly - to withdraw. Again the waiting was excruciating, as I waited for him to just _do_ something.

As I felt the base of his cockhead emerge from my ass, he whispered, "Now!" and thrust himself fully into me with one stroke. My body obeyed his command and I exploded in orgasm. The pleasure was enough to make me see stars, even with my eyes closed behind the blindfold. I clenched my muscles around Sam, triggering his climax.

Still blinded and bound, I felt Sam withdraw. He moved away for another quick second, and then I felt his hand, now covered in a washcloth, caressing my sensitive skin. When he finished, I felt him reach again around my body, this time to turn off the water.

"C'mon, J...you're turning into a prune in here." Sam undid the velcro and freed me from the cuffs but left me blindfolded. He helped me out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I could hear rustling as he dried himself off, then he took my hand in his and led me from the bathroom.

My sense of direction is pretty good, but it wasn't until he turned me around and sat me on the bed that I was sure where he'd taken me.

"Love?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah," Sam responded.

"I want to see you..." I said.

Sam didn't reply for a moment, but I knew he was still there from the rustling sounds I heard as he moved around the bedroom.

"Sa-am," I wailed, knowing I was at the point of begging but not caring very much, "c'mon - I've heard, smelled, felt and even tasted you already...now I desperately want to see you."

"Patience, J," Sam replied, and I could hear the grin I was prevented from seeing.

More rustling accompanied Sam's moving around the bedroom. I tried - and failed - to imagine what Sam was doing.

After what seemed like an eternity but what was no more than two minutes, Sam came back to the bed. He grasped my upper arms and pulled me onto my feet. I felt his hands at my waist, loosening the towel he had wrapped around me earlier, and then blessedly cool air against my still slightly-damp ass. Sam then guided me back to sit on the bed. He placed something in my hands, saying only "hold this," then backed off again. Another minute or so of near- silence passed, then Sam returned.

"OK, J. I'm gonna remove the blindfold now." Sam framed my face with his hands, kissed me deeply - the first kiss we'd shared since he joined me in the shower - then lifted the blindfold.

The first thing I noticed was that Sam had dimmed the bedroom lights. Whether Sam had chosen the lighting for the mood or in consideration of my eyes, I appreciated the effect. The rest of the room was blocked from my view by Sam's naked - and very aroused - body.

"There's one more thing on the agenda tonight," Sam said, backing up slowly. A brief glance at the bureau showed me that Sam had arranged almost all the necessary ingredients for ice cream sundaes. I finally looked down at what he had placed in my hands - a bottle of maraschino cherries.

"What, love?" I asked, half afraid of what his answer might be.

"I want your cherry," Sam said with a smirk as he poured chocolate sauce down my chest.

I'd pay him back for that remark, I decided. But later...much later.

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