The Shower (Mf; ped; exhib; mast; tease)
By Neverlander
(c) June 2011

    He noticed a change in the air first.  It was cooler, a slight 
draft -- the door had opened.  Then there was movement on the other 
side of the curtain.
    Such a funny, funky shower -- a pipe rising from the faucet fixture 
in an old cast-iron bathtub, ending in a showerhead and holding up an 
oval frame supported at its other end by a thin rod suspended from the 
low ceiling.  The shower curtain itself was hung from rings that were 
arrayed along the framework, allowing it to be opened by sliding the 
rings towards the foot of the tub, where the showerhead sprayed down 
within the encircling curtain.
    Funky, like the house itself.  His friend liked living out here 
away from town with his wife and daughter, in this place of deep forest 
and dark, silent nights, in a house you could only call a rustic cabin 
-- a very rustic cabin.  But it was fine for visits.  He looked forward 
to them.
    The shower curtain was just a translucent sheet of plastic lacking 
any sort of decoration.  It did its job and that was evidently enough.  
The tub was under a window opposite the door, so someone taking a 
shower had a foggy view through the curtain of the clearing outside 
that surrounded the house.  But it was dark now, and only the 
illuminated interior of the bathroom could be seen.  He was aware of a 
figure on the other side of the curtain moving towards him.  He knew 
who it was -- there were only the two of them in the house, and she had 
done this before.
    The curtain was pulled a few inches to the side and Lily’s face 
peered in at him.  She regarded him hopefully.  “Can I?” she said.
    He looked down at her, biting his lower lip indecisively.  “But 
your folks,” he said. “They’ll be coming back.”
    “It’s a long movie,” she said, “it’ll be late.”  She looked into 
his eyes.  “Can I?” she asked again.  “Please?”
    He hesitated for a moment.  “Okay,” he whispered.
    She pulled the curtain all the way to the side and stood looking at 
him.  She had not gotten ready for bed yet, and was still in the jeans 
and t-shirt she had worn when they all took a walk in the woods after 
lunch.  Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her gray eyes 
serious.  She was slender and at thirteen still a girl, but blossoming.
    Knowing what she expected, he clasped his hands behind his back and 
waited.  Kneeling on the bath mat, Lily grasped the edge of the tub and 
extended her hand towards him.  She used only a fingertip, her touch 
light, delicate, and sure -- she had not forgotten.  His penis twitched 
and began to rise immediately, bobbing with his heartbeat.  She 
regarded it with interest, her hand following it as it rose, coaxing it 
into an erect, curving arc.  For a minute or two she teased it with 
light, random touches.  He moaned softly and she watched his face, 
studying his reaction.  Finally she got to her feet and stepped back, 
regarding him quietly as he stood looking down at his erect, abandoned 
penis.  Then she turned and walked out of the room.
    With a groan he hastily finished his shower.  He didn’t touch 
himself; he knew she didn’t want him to.  His penis remained hard as he 
toweled himself off, and was still turgid when he entered the guestroom 
where he slept.  He lay down on the bed with the towel covering his lap 
and waited.
    After about ten minutes the door opened and Lily peered around it.  
“Ready?” she asked.  He looked at her and nodded.  She entered the room 
and gently closed the door behind her.  Then she walked half way to the 
bed and stopped, standing with her hands clasped behind her back.  Her 
hair was down now, tousled about her shoulders, and she had exchanged 
the jeans and t-shirt for a pink nylon chemise that ended just above 
her knees.  It was sleeveless, supported at her shoulders by spaghetti 
straps.  The way she stood with her hands behind her thrust her 
developing breasts forward, the impression of her nipples visible where 
they pressed outward against the nylon.
    “Hi,” he said.  “You look pretty.”
    “Thanks,” she said.  “You like this?”  She held her arms up and 
turned round in a circle.  Putting her hands on her hips she faced him, 
cocking a hip.
    “Yes,” he said, “I do.”
    “Good,” she said.  “I thought you would.”  Then she stood up 
straight and grasped the fabric of the chemise at her hips.  She began 
to pull upwards, slowly raising the hem along her thighs.  “You like 
this, too?” she whispered.
    “Yes,” he said hoarsely, “God, yes.”  As he stared at her his penis 
began to stir visibly under the towel.  She noticed immediately and 
smiled, her eyes glistening.
    “Oh, yeah,” she said, “you like this a lot.  Miss me?”  She bit her 
lower lip and released the chemise, then turned her back and began to 
raise it again as she looked back at him over her shoulder, pouting.  
When the hem reached her bottom she paused, then continued up, 
revealing the white cotton panties she wore under the chemise.  They 
were tiny bikinis, sheer and very tight, with a waistband scalloped in 
delicate lace.  Holding the hem over her waist, she half turned and 
displayed her firm, round bum under the stretched fabric of her panties 
as she placed the tip of a finger on her pouting lips.  “Wanna see 
more?” she asked softly.
    He nodded helplessly as he stared at her, and the towel covering 
his lap tented over his erection.  Her eyes were fixed on it as she 
worked her arms out of the shoulder straps and pushed the chemise down 
over her hips.  She held her hands behind her once more, allowing him 
to stare at her naked breasts as she stood before him in only the 
tantalizing panties.  He licked his lips and moaned softly as he gazed 
hungrily at her, imagining sucking on those sweet, puffy strawberries.  
She moved to the bed, and smiled down at him.  “Let’s see,” she said, 
and slowly laid the towel back, exposing his erect, rigid penis.
    “Oh my God,” he groaned, and grasped his erection in one hand as he 
reached for her with the other.  Her reaction was instantaneous.
    “No!” she hissed, and jumped back.  She glared at him 
reproachfully.  “You forgot already -- too bad.”  Her game was a simple 
one, but it did have one rule: no touching except by her.  She picked 
up her chemise and turned to leave.
    “No, please!” he cried.  “I’m sorry, I forgot.  Please don’t go.”  
He raised his arms back over his head and grasped the posts of the 
headboard.  “Please,” he said again, his eyes imploring her.
    She stopped and turned back to look at him, frowning.  His hands 
remained holding the posts, his erection taut and quivering.  “Well, 
okay,” she said, and dropped the chemise back on the floor.  “Maybe.”
    She returned to the bed and looked down at him.  “You gonna be 
good?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he whispered, “I promise.”
    “’Cause I know what you want,” she said.  “I know exactly what you 
want.  You don’t wanna miss out on that, do you?”  She reached down and 
slowly ran her fingernails up along the inside of his thighs, stopping 
just short of his balls.  “Do ya?” she said.  “Do ya?”  She leaned 
forward so that her tender pink nipples were inches from his mouth.
    “Oh God, Lily, oh God!  This is … you … oh God, you are an angel!”
    “Yeah, I am!” she said brightly.  “I know!”  Biting her tongue 
between her teeth and wrinkling her nose at him she moved down the bed 
to position herself next to his erect penis.  She kneeled on the floor 
and rested her elbows on the bed beside him, propping her chin in her 
palms as she studied it.  “Well, what do we have here?” she said.  
“Somebody in need of a little tender loving care?  Well, I think we can 
provide that.”
    He gasped as her fingertips began to dance up his shaft.  She 
touched and flicked knowingly, deliberately teasing and worrying.  She 
was fascinated by the shape and color of his penis, by its size and 
hardness and heat, and she cooed and fawned lovingly as if over a 
favorite doll.  Her hands fondled and stroked, her fingertips like 
gossamer fairies flitting around the inflamed head, driving it mad with 
teasing touches.  “So cute,” she murmured, and bent down to apply 
gentle kisses.  His whimpers and moans of pleasure and frustration 
thrilled her.
    She straightened and looked into his eyes as her soft hand moved 
slowly up and down his shaft.  “Does it feel good when I touch you like 
this?” she asked, continuing her gentle caresses, smiling sweetly.  She 
removed her hand and licked her lips lasciviously.  “Like having your 
cock teased?”  She looked at him with a wicked smile.  “Want more?”
    “Ohhhhhh my God, you little b…”
    “Uh uh uh,” she interrupted, “don’t you call me names -- you know 
what’ll happen if you do.”  She pouted and waved to his abandoned 
erection.
    He closed his eyes, red-faced and panting.  “Yes, I … I’m sorry.”  
His voice was weak.
     She grinned and bent down to whisper in his ear.  “Even though I 
really am a bitch -- and you love it!”  A single fingertip ran up the 
underside of his shaft from scrotum to head.  She giggled at his 
gasping reaction.  “Well, time to get back to work!” she chirped.  
“Now, where was I?  Oh, yes…”
    She returned to her former position and resumed playing with his 
excited cock.  She could tell that he was close to exploding, but she 
enjoyed teasing him by stroking his penis almost to the point of orgasm 
and then stopping.  Then she’d start all over again, playing with it 
and fondling it until his moans and gasps told her that he was about to 
come -- uh uh, sorry!
    After she had subjected him to this maddening tease several times, 
a single glistening drop appeared at the tip of his tormented cock, a 
milky pearl of pleasure that showed her he was really very, very close 
to orgasm.  “Pre-cum!” she cried excitedly, “Oh, cool!”  She jumped up 
and started for the door.  “I’ll be right back,” she called back to 
him, “gotta get something!”  She paused and pointed to his throbbing 
penis.  “No touching,” she ordered.  “You know the rules.”  Then she 
was out the door.
    Half a minute later she was back, and rushed to her bedside 
position.  His erection had flagged a bit, but it took just two or 
three slow strokes of her hand to make it rigid again, and to produce 
more pre-ejaculate at its tip.  Holding the shaft vertically in one 
hand, she held up a pink cell phone in the other and took several 
pictures from various angles.
    “W-What are you doing?” he asked, confused.
    “Pics for Shann and Gabby,” she said.  “They’re gonna love this!”
    “Shann and …”
    “Yeah, Shann and Gabby.  They’re my best friends.  They love seeing 
older guys’ cocks.  They’re the ones who sorta told me about, well, 
about stuff I should do to you.”  She winked at him.
    “You mean you’re going to show these pictures to them?”
    “Uh huh.  You don’t mind, do you?  They’re both cool, and they like 
this kind of thing -- I mean, they really like it, a lot.”  She pressed 
a button on the phone.  “I’m making a video now.”
    He looked down at his huge, throbbing erection, heavily veined, its 
engorged head taut and shining, again being driven mercilessly towards 
the edge by Lily’s soft, pleasuring hand, and the thought that three 
excited young girls were going to watch his spurting prick sent a surge 
of lust through him that caused him to swell even larger in Lily’s hand 
as she slowly stroked.  Her eyes widened and glistened in anticipation.  
“Oh yeah,” she breathed, “oh yeah.”
    Then, with the phone focused on his cock in Lily’s masturbating 
hand, he exploded in searing, orgasmic pleasure, his semen shooting two 
feet in the air and back into his crotch, surging from the end of his 
bucking prick down over the engorged glans, and covering Lily’s pumping 
fist with its viscous warmth.  She smeared it all over the head, and 
continued jerking and twisting her slippery hand as his orgasm 
continued to spasm, and his cries of ecstasy filled the room.
    When finally it was over Lily fetched tissues from the bathroom and 
gently cleaned him up.  She retrieved her chemise from the floor and 
pulled it on over her head.
    “Well, guess I better get to bed before Mom and Dad get home,” she 
said, yawning and stretching.  “Don’t want them thinking you let me 
stay up till all hours!”  She gave his spent penis a gentle pat and 
winked.  She headed for the door and as she was leaving the room turned 
back to look at him.  “You’re my favorite babysitter!” she said, and 
blew him a kiss.  Then she was gone.

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