Chapter Twenty-Five
A Shared Shower
T hrumming with impatience, Liam almost couldn’t be bothered to return their umbrella to its usual spot. The only reason he did it was because Victoria suggested that he should. He could see it in her eyes, a hint of unwarranted cruelty. She was making him wait, building the tension like a workout band slowly stretched to its absolute limit. It was clear as day; she enjoyed seeing him in a rush—which caused him to fumble things, delaying him even further—to refit the umbrella pole into the slot in the table.
Or perhaps she simply enjoyed knowing how strong a hold the promise of a shared shower had over him.
“No,” he grunted sourly, stopping her when she opened her mouth, possibly to suggest another delay between when they headed to their shower and now.
“I was merely going to say that I enjoyed our time on the beach,” Victoria said. “And ask if you did too.”
Liar, he thought, glaring accusingly at her.
The corner of Victoria’s mouth shifted upward. “You seem rather tense, Liam.”
“Yeah, I didn’t get a massage today,” he growled.
Victoria’s glimmer of amusement stayed in place. “I did. It was pretty good. Surprisingly so, given how young my masseuse was.”
Liam grunted at her, determined to begin getting them heading in the direction of the outdoor shower. His patience had worn thin, and Victoria could plainly see it.
“I’ll grab my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash,” Victoria said, adding the one necessary delay he’d allow. “You can get yours, and a towel or two.”
Liam grunted again but did as was required of him. Together, they headed inside the bure’s indoor shower, grabbed what they needed, then brought them outside and deposited things on the deck’s railing. They put the towels slightly farther away, safe from the spray that was soon to begin.
After setting her things down, Victoria looked at him. He met her gaze, experiencing none of the anxiety her scrutiny might have caused in the past. Even the not-so-distant past. A week ago, he might have wavered. But no, not today. Today, he was certain he had no reason to do anything other than celebrate. Victoria was about to be good to her word. He knew it as surely as he knew the sun was arcing toward its next sunset behind him.
But they had a good hour or two before that happened. Whereas he was only a few minutes away from getting to feel what it was like to receive a titfuck from Victoria Moreno. Certainty flowed through him, keeping his pulse quickened.
Before she stripped off her revealing bikini, Victoria twisted the shower’s knob. Neither received the cool water that sputtered out, then became a consistent but relatively gentle stream. They stood on either side of the soft deluge, staring at one another through the narrow curtain of water. It splattered on the deck, causing exploding droplets to bombard their bare feet and ankles.
Wearing an easy confidence, Victoria turned up her palm, then placed it under the soft downpour. It retreated only a few seconds later.
“It’s warm enough,” she said, then finally began to strip.
Earlier today, Liam had watched her put this bikini on. Now, he watched her take it off. Escaping the black bikini without too much trouble, even if it seemed to relinquish its coveted grip on her voluptuous body reluctantly, Victoria didn’t make much of a show of undressing. Tess might have, and Avril certainly would have found an excuse to force him into action.
Victoria didn’t go that route. She wasn’t quick about it, practicing patience, but she was steady enough for Liam to avoid complaining. As she stepped out of her bottoms, he swallowed. When she freed her phenomenal breasts from her top, she brought her focus back to him. She must have liked the hunger she saw glinting—rather, burning like an inferno—in his gaze, for she graced him with another soft smile.
Now, she delayed things. Standing naked, so beautifully naked, she let him run his eyes across her sexy figure. He could have admired her for an eternity, though he knew his self-restraint would crumble if he didn’t touch her body soon. It hadn’t been all that long, just an afternoon, since he’d put his hand all over her delicious curves, yet he needed to make another memory of it. His fingertips began to ache to lift her breasts, play with her hardened nipples, sense her arousal as she arched into him. Just as his lips needed another chance to kiss her. Just as cock needed to hurry up and bury itself between her enormous breasts.
“You should get out of those trunks,” Victoria noted. “If I’m going to make good on my promise.”
He nodded dumbly, rushing to free his cock for the second time of the day. As he did so, two things happened. First, he marveled at what his day would likely look like when all was said and done. A blowjob from Anna, a titjob from Victoria, and he was confident he and Avril would end up fucking after dinner. What a gamut to have run!
While he drooled over how excellent his second—only his second!—day in Fiji seemed like it would end up being, Victoria stepped under the shower. The water streaming onto the deck now streamed onto her. Hair and shoulders quickly growing slick, Victoria shut her eyes, inhaled, and tilted her chin up. The water streamed down her skin, glistening as individual droplets raced down her magnificent breasts.
Liam swallowed and stared. Now, she was showing off. Running her hands up her face, she swept her hair back, letting it cling in clumps behind her head. Only then did she open her eyes. Her chin tilted downward, bringing her gaze to his erection.
He was obviously already fully erect. It didn’t take much more than the sight of Victoria to set him ablaze, clothed or not. Desire roared inside the pit of his stomach, burning and bellowing like a furnace with enough fuel to burn forever. Even before he stepped under the shower with her, he was already far hotter than the warm water splattering on the wood.
He took that step.
Victoria welcomed him in by kissing him. As the gentle downpour tapped on his head, she drew him into her body. His chest against her breasts, his cock poking her flat stomach, her arms around his neck. Her lips tasted how much he yearned for her, felt how maddening his desire for her was. Indeed, Liam teetered on the brink of delirium as they kissed, feeling lightheaded as he wrapped his arms around Victoria’s waist.
It was a kiss that lasted an indeterminate amount of time; Liam couldn’t keep count. He kissed the attractive professor until she drew back. Her eyes, pure as a tundra, examined his reaction and must have found it pleasing, for Victoria’s lips drew up at both corners. Smiling at him, the older woman caressed his cheek in a show of uncharacteristic gentleness. Her sharpness ebbed, replaced by a momentary tenderness. For a few rare seconds, Victoria seemed content, happy, and relaxed.
“It’s been a good day,” she said.
Wordlessly, Liam nodded.
Victoria’s thumb dropped from his cheek to his pulse, where her touch found it positively thunderous. Her contented look faded, replaced by a slightly more sordid expression.
“But not over yet. Certainly not for you, given I’m just your appetizer for this evening.”
“And my dessert,” he said. “We’re still going to end up in the same bed later tonight.”
“Perhaps I’ll be asleep already,” Victoria said. “Depending on how long Avril keeps you in her clutches.”
“If you are,” Liam said, beginning to move his hands up her sides, “then I won’t be able to see if I can also make you cum from just playing with your breasts. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning.”
Victoria willingly took his bait. “And who else on this island can do such a thing?”
He wasn’t sure if that was confirmation that she could do the same, but it seemed like it. Immediately, his anticipation spiked. If it went any higher, it’d end up breaching the atmosphere.
“Tell me when your birthday is, and I’ll tell you.”
“No.”
They stared at one another for a moment, neither willing to budge. But Liam had planted this seed, and he hoped to water it a few more times over the vacation. Even if it didn’t sprout while in Fiji, there were chances—a lot of chances—for him to eventually get a chance to see two buxom women moaning in tandem as he massaged their breasts. The thought of it nearly made him drool eagerly.
“Have it your way,” Liam said, shrugging. He brought his hands higher, guiding them to the outer edges of Victoria’s breasts. “But I will find out if I can do the same to you. Preferably tonight.”
“I’ll keep that in mind while you’re busy with our trip’s benefactor.”
They kissed again, then shared another heated stare. Liam ran his hands over Victoria’s breasts, perhaps intending to retest their sensitivity sooner than he’d intended. However, Victoria stretched her arm toward her body wash, then flipped the cap open with her thumb.
“As I said earlier today, it won’t be as good in the shower.”
“I know, and I don’t care. I’m sure you’ll have me cumming buckets in no time at all.”
“Your confidence is noted,” Victoria stated flatly, though evidence of her amusement bled through slightly. Decoupling from him, she gingerly lowered herself to her knees. With her lips just a handful of inches away from his throbbing erection, he also imagined what it’d finally feel like when those ended up wrapped around his cock. However, he stayed focused on the present.
And in that present, Victoria began to pour a copious amount of her floral-scented bodywash onto her upturned palm. Far more than was probably necessary, yet he didn’t say a word. He only watched, trusting that Victoria knew what she was doing.
After setting down the bottle, she brought her palms together and began lathering the clear liquid with her hands. She also kept her hands out of the shower’s stream, though Liam’s body also helped redirect plenty of water.
Soon, her hands found his cock. Stiff like the planks of wood under his feet, Liam breathed in as Victoria began coating it in the makeshift lubricant. He watched and waited, trusting in her expertise. It certainly felt good, even with just her hands lathering him up.
After doing so, staring up at him the entire time, which almost caused him to spontaneously combust into embers, Victoria brought her hands to her breasts. Lathering up her tits, suds covering their alluring slopes, she needed more body wash. Picking up the bottle, she poured quite a lot onto her breasts. She handed him the bottle before beginning to spread it around.
“Feel free to pour more on as you like,” Victoria said.
Liam nodded dumbly, holding onto the bottle in a viselike grip. His tension grew as one of Victoria’s hands returned to his cock, where it began gently stroking its entire length.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Liam eventually whispered.
Victoria smiled and finally finished coating her breasts. Long, sudsy lines of clear liquid dripped down it, down her stomach, down onto her thighs. She beckoned him to move closer with a single gesture from her index finger.
He hurriedly did so.
Lifting herself higher, Victoria surrounded his cock with her breasts. The simple existence of such a sight sent Liam soaring to unimaginable heights. His glee reverberated within him with each rapid drumbeat of his heart. As Victoria pressed her breasts together around his cock, which did completely vanish from his sight, she looked up at him again. Her gorgeous lips curved, and then she sent him into motion like a gunshot starting a race.
“Fuck away, Liam,” Victoria said.
He did. Oh, he did. Cock burning like the roof of a black car at the height of summer, he fucked her tits. Each thrust was glorious; the body wash helped enough for it to feel pretty good. Yet, the physical bliss couldn’t compare to its emotional counterpart. He got to fuck the finest pair of tits on planet Earth. This experience was his, as would be the ones that followed. This was no one-off, no Fijian gift. He knew right then and there that he’d fuck these tits dozens of times before the year was out. And he knew Victoria knew the same thing.
Liam moved his hips at the rhythm the gorgeous professor suggested, which also allowed her to work on amping up his bliss. In this position, it was better for him to be the more active party, so he worked with her to find the best chance for him to reach his ultimate release.
As she’d suggested, he was more than generous with how much body wash he poured out. He poured it all over her tits, seeing it creep down in thick globs toward the cock pumping between them. Victoria used her hands to smear it toward the area that most needed it. Her tits stayed nice and soapy, as did his cock. With both well lubricated, even if a shower wasn’t the most effective place to get him off, it still met his expectations.
“You’re the first man in a long time to get to do this,” Victoria said, moving her breasts in opposite directions. When one went up, one went down. It heightened the pleasurable sensations rippling through Liam’s cock.
That caused Liam to grin from ear to ear. “Makes me the most blessed man on the planet.”
“Possibly,” Victoria said, inhaling as he added more of her body wash to her breasts. “Perhaps you’ll get on top of me the next time we do this. On the bed or somewhere more comfortable than the deck, of course.”
She was already thinking ahead, considering the next time he’d fuck her tits. While Liam’s grin could grow no larger, his heart found one final gear to kick itself into. Roaring in his chest, he almost felt dizzy. Liam shut his eyes long enough to imagine fucking Victoria’s tits on the lounge chair.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said.
“I know you are.”
His eyes opened, and he decided to fire back with, “About the same as you are.”
Victoria shrugged, though nothing could hide the lascivious gleam in her eyes. They’d come alive like flames, azure and growing hotter by the second. Liam wasn’t the only person who was happy that this wasn’t a one-off. After so long in the doldrums, after catching a hint of wind, Victoria had unlashed all her sails. She was ready to go forward.
With me, Liam thought, shivering delightedly.
With one hand occupied by the bottle in its grip, the other sought something it might do. Naturally, it ended up on Victoria’s body. Running his hand over her cheek, Victoria tilted into his touch. She never stopped staring up at him, even as she took his thumb into her mouth.
She sucked, and he fucked. The combination hurled him to new heights of euphoria. He went a little quicker, and Victoria adjusted her motions to complement his change. His cock throbbed between the most perfect set of breasts on the planet, starting to get eager to cum on the most perfect set of breasts on the planet.
“Make a mess, Liam,” Victoria whispered, sensing the chasm he was heading toward. Full speed ahead, he raced toward the ramp on its edge, determined to reach the other side.
“I’m going to,” he promised. “Your big tits, fuck, I love them.”
“I can tell. You’re so hot. Hotter than the water is, even.”
He nodded, delirious, unable to swallow. “Promise you’ll be awake when I make it back.”
“So you can do this to me again?”
“Among other things,” Liam panted.
“Like what?”
“Test, ah, like I said, if I can make you cum from just your tits,” he said, shutting his eyes and arching deeper into his thrusts. “If you can, how many before you’re too sensitive and need a break?”
Victoria hummed, pleased by his intentions for her beautiful body, and suggested that he add even more body wash to the mix. It was cool enough for him to always feel it as it splattered on the tip of his cock. Yet, he was hot enough to overcome that sensation immediately. Burning hot, smothered by Victoria’s magnificent breasts, ah, ahhh, ahhh—
He climaxed. At the end of an upward thrust, he climaxed. With the force of a fire hydrant getting popped, he climaxed.
It got in Victoria’s hair. He came so hard, so violently, that his first spurt launched itself higher than he’d have expected. With Victoria tilting her head when it happened, he came with enough force for his seed to climb above her head, then, unfortunately, came back down on the side of her dark hair. It stood out, white on dark brown, though Liam was in no state to readjust his aim. He was in no state to do anything but keep cumming.
And he did. Oh, he did. Shattered by his plans for later tonight, he succumbed to bliss and released multiple powerful spurts of cum. Some hit Victoria’s neck, some landed on her shoulder, and some, after her readjustment, would splatter upon her collarbone, where it could drip down to the tops of her breasts.
He staggered, knees wobbling, but Victoria caught his wrist and helped him stay upright. Bleary-eyed and heaving, Liam’s lightheadedness still almost brought him down. He just managed to firm up his weak muscles and avoid falling.
“S-Sorry,” he panted, seeing the mess he’d made. Most of it was intentional, of course, but he hadn’t meant to make a mess in her hair.
“It happens,” Victoria said, seeming wholly unperturbed. The opposite of it, in fact. Once she could, she leaned her head back and admired the mess on her body. Using her hand, she collected the cum under her chin, then admired that too.
“I knew what I was getting into,” she continued, looking up at him. “Partnering up with a man your age.”
She allowed him to catch a little more of his breath. She’d known he’d need it. Because she delivered a blow that staggered him with her following statement.
“I was looking forward to it, even.”