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with the title heading "WOWEFA Story Submission"
SUMMARY: The sequel to 'The Secrets That You Keep'...Steph and Chris get clean and dirty at the same time. DISCLAIMER: This story is not meant to reflect the true natures, personalities or sexual preferences of the people involved. I do this without their permission and I do not own them. Wet For Y2J by Lady Jackyl "You looked great out there, Steph!" Steph smiled a tight, polite smile, nodding to Kurt as she walked by. "Thank you." Unfortunately, he followed after her like a little puppy dog all the way back to her dressing room, and it was all she could do to keep from rolling her eyes. "So...you gonna be busy after the show?" He asked, obviously trying to be casual. She almost laughed. Busy? Oh yes. It was also funny that this married man was asking her this. At least she had enough tact to hide her shamelessness. "UmþI think I'm gonna go back to my room and go to bedþ" she grimaced a little. "I'm so wiped out after tonightþ" Kurt gave her an odd look-after all, all she had done was stand at ringside and throw a little tantrum on her way back to the locker room. She just smiled though, trying to look pathetic and sorry. "Another time maybe, Kurt?" He brightened a little, and she really wished she hadn't said that. "Sure! Maybe tomorrow night or something?" She nodded politely, biting back the urge to scream. "Thanks KurtþI'll see you later. Good luck in your match-take care of yourself!" "Thank you!" He gave her a smile that was actually quite charming-but not charming enough. Or maybe that was the problemþit was too charming. Too sweet. What was wrong with being a little dangerous once in awhile? She finally escaped him and slipped into her dressing room, shutting the door behind her with a relieved sigh. Then she grinned, going over and grabbing a ginger ale out of the little refrigerator in the room. She stood in front of the vanity mirror while she opened it, smiling a smug and devious smile, quite pleased with herself. Chris had been evil to her tonight, but she deserved it-because she had been evil to him. To start with, she had worn a black vinyl top and shorts, knowing full well what vinyl did to him. They'd had a discussion about it just a few nights prior-him saying how the sight and feel of vinyl was something that turned him on tremendously-her brain had begun working immediately, cooking up a wicked plan. She had gone shopping with one of the wardrobe women and gotten the perfect outfit. She made sure Chris saw it before they went out, too. The way he had been trying to look at her while pretending not to almost made her burst into a fit of laughter. Out at the ring, she took every opportunity to harass him. When she slapped him across the face, she made sure to put some sting in it. The result would be some definite `punishment' later on tonight, which she was quite looking forward to. Him kissing her had been decided earlier in the day by the lovely creative staff. They felt it was what people were waiting for. They had both acted nonchalant about it, but inside she was jumping up and down, feeling it was a subtle way to stake her claim in front of the world without anyone actually suspecting anything. She was fired up by the time that spot came in the match. When he grabbed her by the back of the head, they just stared into each other's eyes for a moment. She felt a shiver go down her spine at the sight of him all rumpled and sweaty, panting, his hands gripping her so firmly, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she belonged to him. Then when he kissed her, she almost forgot to act like she was hating it. His lips were salty with sweat, his mouth incredibly wet against hers. To her shock, she even felt the tip of his tongue brush hers before he pulled away. He let her down slowly, holding on to her almost all the way to the floor. It was extremely difficult to act disgusted, so she just overacted to compensate for how giddy she actually was. And she did a good job of it, if she did say so herself-writhing and gagging and acting like she'd just had a mouthful of maggots, when in fact she wanted to jump him and shove her tongue down his throat. Her overacting carried to the end of the match when she left the ring, throwing a massive fit all the way back. Really, she was just so wound up that she had to do something-so she channeled that energy into making her character appear truly humiliated and beaten. She smiled smugly at herself in the mirror again, then took a drink of her ginger ale. The rest of this night was certainly going to be interestingþ She wondered where Chris was right now-last she had seen, he was heading back to the men's locker room. He usually showered at the arena, so he was probably showering right now. A wicked thought crossed her mind and her eyes widened. "You can't do thatþ" she told her reflection in the mirror. Her reflection just stared back at her, her startled expression gradually turning darker, lips curling into an evil smile. "Or can you?" It was a dumb, risky idea-but lately her and Chris had really been getting off on being dumb and risky. Somehow the thought of being caught added greatly to their excitement, to the taboo nature of what they were doing. She slipped her shoes off, wiggling her bare toes and glad to be out of them. If she was going to do this, it would require stealthþ She checked herself over in the mirror, fanning her hair out on her shoulders and scowling a little. She had no idea why the hairdressers felt that crimping her hair would make her look evil-it was so damn ugly. But she lived with it, because they said it was a good `look' for her character. She ran her fingers through it and got as many of the crimps out as she could, then touched up her make-up. It was time to go sneaking. She went over and pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if anyone was outside. When she didn't hear anything, she opened it slightly and peeked out. Nobody around. She slipped out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She heard voices down at the far end of the corridor, but she wasn't going that way. Instead she snuck off in the other direction-the direction of the men's locker room, but roundabout the back way. When she had gone to her dressing room earlier, she'd taken note of it. Whenever they got to an arena, she always took note of where Chris would be for the night, and sneaky ways they might get to each other. She didn't encounter anyone on the way, as she figured she wouldn't. There was a direct shot to the men's locker room from the entryway to the backstage area, so there was no need for anyone to go this way-unless of course, they were sneaking from the women's area to the men's area, or vice versa. They even had most of the lights off this way and it was rather shadowy and mysterious. She was exciting herself, sneaking through dark corridors-it was terribly thrilling. The only problem was, as quiet as she was trying to be, her vinyl outfit was squeaking and making all kinds of noise with every step she took. She came to the end of the hall that led to the men's locker room and hid around the corner, waiting for the coast to clear. The pay per view was still going on, so most of the guys were off watching it. Plus they had a thing going on tonight where all the WWF guys were supposed to be in one room cheering on their team, so that's where everyone was hanging out. She heard voices - Matt Hardy and Christian, if she wasn't mistaken - talking as they left the locker room. She waited until they moved off down the hall before she slipped out of the shadows, making a quick dash toward the locker room door. It was open a little, and she listened for a moment outside it. She didn't hear any movement or voices inside. She concocted a quick story-she was going to open the door and peek in, and if anyone was in there, she would tell them she was looking for Shane. Slowly she opened the door and peeked around it, holding her breath. She let it out when she saw that the room was indeed empty. Quickly, she slipped inside, shutting the door all the way so she would have some warning if someone came in. Everybody's stuff was sitting around - duffel bags, water bottles, clothes lying on benches and hung up in the little cubicles. She felt rather naughty-like she had infiltrated the enemy camp. There was something strangely sexy about seeing bottles of cologne, shaving cream, and aftershave sitting around, as well as all those discarded clothes - a few of which were jock straps. Quite a testosterone-filled little room, it was. Even without anyone there. She couldn't stand around and stare though-she hurried over to the doorway of the shower room, slipping inside and concealing herself in the first shower stall she came to. Pressing herself against the cool tile wall, she bit her lip to keep from giggling. She could hear water running down at the other end, and the room was rather steamy. However, when she heard a voice that was not Chris', she gasped and quickly slipped behind the curtain in the stall she was in. Wide-eyed, she listened, splayed flat against the wall. She heard Chris speak-but there was someone else there with him, talking to him. It took a minute of close listening for her to realize it was Lance Storm. She scowled a little-why hadn't he showered earlier, after his match? She listened to them talk, the sound of the water making their words hard to make out, occasional bursts of laughter interspersing them. She was starting to regret doing this. What if she never got her chance? What if she got caught? Like an idiot, she hadn't really considered the possibility that other guys might be there. And how the hell was she supposed to get out of there if anyone else came in? Maybe she should just escape right now while she had the chanceþ The sound of the water quieted a bit, and she realized a shower had been shut off. She chewed at her lower lip nervously, wondering if it was Chris who was done. But a minute later she heard Lance's voice, much clearer. "I'm gonna get dressed and go get something to drinkþ" he said. "You want me to bring you back anything?" She heard Chris chuckle, his voice still muffled a little by the water. "A beer?" Lance laughed. "I'll see if I can con one of the crew into going out to the concession stand and getting you oneþ" She heard Lance's footsteps on the tile floor and flattened herself against the wall more. He passed by the stall where she was, a towel around his waist and water sluicing down his back. She watched him go out into the locker room, and gnawed at her lip nervously. If he walked back in, he would see her there. She had to get out of that stall. She moved quickly, slipping out. There were two rows of shower stalls, back to back. Lance had been in one on her side, and from what she could discern from the sound of the water, Chris was on the other side. The partitions between them were fairly high and each one had a curtain, so she could continue to hide. She quickly made her way around to the other side where Lance wouldn't see her if he came back in-the floor was a little slick and she almost slipped, silently cursing herself for trying to pull off a stunt like this. She waited to see if Lance was coming back in, but he didn't. She only heard the one shower running, so there was no one else in the room but Chris now. When she felt it was safe, she snuck down to his shower stall, not sure if she was naughty or crazy. But in her haste, she wasn't quite careful enough. Her bare feet made a slapping sound on the damp tile floor, and she froze, just outside his stall. "Lance?" Chris asked cautiously. She gritted her teeth, knowing he was going to pull back the curtain and see her standing there. But that was what she wanted, wasn't it? Sure enough, he slid the curtain back a little and peeked out. When he saw her, the look of shock on his face was priceless. She grinned back at him, waving then quickly bringing a finger to her lips. He gave her an emphatic look of `What the hell are you doing here?!' "Hey Chris..." Lance's voice came from the shower room door. She gasped, but before she could react or figure out where to hide, Chris reached out and grabbed her arm, dragging her into the shower. She let out a little squeak as she was pulled, fully clothed, into the spray. Chris gave her a fierce look and pressed his hand to her mouth. She flattened herself against the wall, wincing and trying to get out of the water. It was thankfully a pretty big stall, so she was able to find a place to escape most of it. "Yeah, Lance?" "I'm gonna put that T-shirt you lent me back in your bag before I go out." "Ok..." Chris' eyes blazed as he looked into hers. "I'll meet up with you in a bit." "All right." They were both silent for a moment, then Chris let out a breath, taking his hand from her mouth and whispering fiercely. "What are you doing here!?" "I wanted to surprise youþ" she whispered back, trying not to smirk since he seemed angry. "Surprise." He rolled his eyes, stepping back a bit, and for the first time she got a good look at him. Naked body glistening, water and suds sluicing down over him. The wetness seemed to define his muscles even more, his naked form breathtaking even without water-but like this, he was delicious. His hair was slicked against his head and clinging to his shoulders, looking a dark golden blond wet. She shifted against the wall, just taking him in, nearly drooling. For a minute she almost forgot that she herself was getting soaked. "You mean to tell me you snuck into the men's locker room to catch me in the shower?" He whispered, still sounding angry, but also with a touch of amusement in his voice. "What if you got caught?" "I didn'tþ" she gave him a smug look. "Not yet, anyway." He sighed, but she could tell that her boldness intrigued him, too. They had done a lot of crazy things, but this pretty much topped it all. She noticed that his cock was semi-hard, but she didn't know if it had just gotten that way or he had been that way already. Perhaps someone was jerking off in the shower? She tried to step back further from the spray, making a face. Her legs and shorts were soaked, the water dripping off the vinyl-it was a good thing vinyl was a nice, waterproof material. Her top had gotten it a bit too, and the one side of her hair was wet. She was going to have to sneak back to her dressing room and change clothes before anyone saw her. She noticed Chris' eyes sweeping her, and shivered in delight. She took him in as well, gazing at his wet, naked body, taking in every curve and nuance. She noticed his cock twitching and getting increasingly bigger, and she squirmed, the risk and naughtiness of the situation sending a constant rush of excitement through her. There was also something oddly erotic about being fully clothed in the shower, even though she was going to have a hell of a time sneaking back while she was dripping wet. "Well..." Chris whispered, moving closer, blue eyes holding hers. "If you went to all this trouble to get to me, I surely can't turn you away, now can I?" She felt a blush creep up in her cheeks, and a tremor of excitement go through her. The thought of fucking right there in the shower with the possibility of anyone coming in at any time was almost too arousing to bear. "You surely can'tþ" she whispered back, smiling softly and gazing into his eyes. He reached out, running his hands over her vinyl shirt, streaking wetness over it, the material making a soft squeaking sound. He let out a slow breath, lips parting slightly and eyes growing hazy. "You wanted to tease me with this tonight, didn't you?" She smiled sweetly. "But of courseþ" He let his hands roam slowly over her, and suddenly she didn't care if she got soaked or not. A familiar throbbing excitement started between her legs, a different kind of wetness entirely seeping into her panties. Her nipples hardened against the vinyl, the delightful rubbing quite stimulating. "Jesus this is sexyþ" he breathed, his hands slipping down and caressing over her vinyl-clad hips. She stepped away from the wall a bit, pressing lightly against him so he could touch her ass. She slid her arms around his wet body, smiling up at him. "Feel good?" She whispered. He moaned softly, rubbing himself against her. His cock was fully erect now, pressing between their bellies and rubbing against the now wet vinyl. His hands roamed up and down her back, sliding down occasionally to squeeze her ass. He pulled her over completely into the spray with a mischievous grin, and she gasped. The warm water sluiced down over her body, wetting the vinyl as well as her skin and hair. She felt it pour down into the front of her shirt, pooling in her cleavage and running down over her stomach underneath it. It ran down her back, slicking her hair to her shoulders and running down over her ass and legs. The vinyl stuck to her skin, feeling heavier with the water on it, though of course most of it rolled off rather than soaked in. The only underclothes she had on were her panties, and the water leaking in around her waistband was soaking them as well. "Chris..." she gasped, giggling softly. "I'm all wet..." "Good..." he murmured against her lips, the water running down over their faces and making her have to close her eyes, just tasting it on his lips. "Makes it easier for me to slide in..." She went weak in the knees, slumping against him. She wiggled, letting him feel the vinyl and her body, both soaked, the feel of his cock rubbing against her turning her on even more. His hands continued to roam over the wet vinyl, seemingly getting more and more turned on by the feel of it. She luxuriated in his touch, everything else fading away for the moment, including the fact that they could quite easily get caught. "This is dangerous, you know..." he whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. "I know..." she whispered back. "That's why I'm so turned on..." He chuckled softly, then pulled back and kissed her, the water running over their faces again. It made it hard to breathe, making it so she had to draw his breath into her, which she found incredibly erotic. He pulled back after a moment, his hands drifting down to her hips again. "Princessþyou know you're in trouble, right?" She grinned, pushing her wet hair back out of her face, and tried to look sweet and innocent. "What ever for?" He smirked, his voice still not much more than a whisper, making their surroundings seem even more dangerous. "That slap stung a bit..." She wiggled her ass into his hands as he slipped them around to it. "So what are you gonna do about it? I'm Stephanie McMahon, after allþyou can't do anything to me." He grinned, and she liked the quality of that grin. Dark and mischievous. She was really in for it... "Take those sexy shorts off, Princess..." She licked her wet lips, the possibilities filling her mind. They were going to have to be so very quiet, which would only make it more intense. She thought about it for a moment, wondering if they really should do this, but one look at his flushed, swollen cock, bobbing in front of him with water running off it, she knew she couldn't resist. She made a big show of taking her shorts off, wiggling them down over her hips and turning to show off her ass to him as she pulled them down. Her panties were now soaked like the rest of her, and the water sluiced down her back, slicking them to her body and running down the crack of her ass. It made taking the shorts off a chore, but she had to wiggle them all the way down her legs because of that, which meant bending over in front of him-and she took great joy in that. She nearly yelped when she felt his hands on her ass, and she wobbled a little, having to put her hand on the wall so she didn't topple over. She finally got the shorts off and stepped out of them, turning back to him and stepping more fully into the spray. His hands slid over her bare hips, tugging lightly at the bikini panties she was wearing. "These too..." She smiled and stepped back, working them down as well. Again, being wet made it difficult. But she got them off, and dangled them in front of him. "God you make me wet," she grinned. He rolled his eyes, and she giggled a little. Then she dropped them on the floor, startled by how loud the wet `plop' they made was. They both froze, listening to see if anyone else was around. But there was no sound from elsewhere in the room, and as far as they could tell, they were alone. "Lean up against the wall there..." he whispered, maneuvering her toward the back wall of the shower. She pressed her back to it, the tile warm and wet from the steam. She splayed her hands on it and pressed her ass back against it, pushing her feet apart so her legs were spread a little. Like always, being with him and doing the crazy things they did made her feel so erotically wanton. She listened carefully for anyone to come in, almost hoping they did. Chris turned to a small shelf that was made into the wall, where his shampoo and soap were sitting. There was also a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. Steph knew from being around wrestlers almost her entire life that if you wanted to keep that `smooth' look, you had to shave your body practically every day-but she was a little startled when he picked these two items up. He turned back to her, smirking and shaking the can of shaving cream. Her eyes went wide. "What are you doing?" She whispered. He moved over in front of her and dropped to his knees, and she gasped, toes curling against the wet tile floor. He looked up at her, eyes full of lust and his smile taunting. "I'm going to shave your bush, Princessþthat's your punishment for slapping me." She gasped, staring down at him in both desire and disbelief. She kept herself trimmed, but she had never shaved herself before. "But...what about Hunter?" She bit her lower lip. "He'll see it..." "Well..." Chris popped the top off the can. "You can just tell him you got bored..." She couldn't believe this-nor could she believe how arousing the thought of him shaving her was. He sprayed a glob of shaving cream right on her and she jumped, biting back a yelp. He grinned up at her and sat the can aside, then started smoothing it over her. She squirmed, the touch of his fingers through the foam sharpening her arousal. He stroked her gently, lighting up all her nerves, teasing a finger along her slit but never giving her the satisfaction of slipping it in, just going back to smoothing the shaving cream over her. "Chris..." she whimpered quietly. "Spread your legs more..." he urged her. She did, pushing her hips out a little as she braced her feet on the floor. She trembled and jumped as his fingers touched her again, teasing her a little as he popped the safety cap off the top of the razor with his thumb. She watched him, taking note of his sinister little grin as he brought the razor close to her skin. He looked up at her and smiled wider. "Hold still now..." She tried, but still flinched a little when it first touched her. She couldn't believe how erotic it was-the touch of the razor slipping over her sensitive skin made it almost impossible not to squirm. He worked carefully and methodically, shaving a strip from top to bottom, then washing out the razor in the spray. He repeated this action only a few times, but it seemed to take forever to her. She bit on her bottom lip so she didn't cry out, watching him through hazy eyes. The sight of her own groin becoming bare made her blush profusely. It only took a minute or so to completely shave her, but by that time she was trembling with desire and incredibly wet, in a way that had nothing to do with the shower. When he finished, he laid the razor down and cupped his hands to catch some water, since they were pretty much out of the spray, and washed the excess shaving cream off her with it. She felt so weird down there now-so exposed, so sensitive. "Now that's pretty..." he stroked the bare skin with the tip of his finger, and she squirmed. "I've always had a thing for a nice, shaved snatch." She grinned, loving it when he got all crass and dirty. It somehow made her feel even more like a woman. "Really?" She whispered, gazing down at him. "How much?" He smirked up at her, then leaned forward and touched the bare skin with the tip of his tongue, running it all over the freshly-shaved area. The light, teasing touch made her squirm and gasp, and she had to fight down the urge to shriek. "Chris..." she choked out, her voice unintentionally a little louder now. He drew back and slid his hands up her wet thighs, skin sliding over skin. Then he let his fingers trail over her shaved mound, spreading her gently with his thumbs and leaning forward again, his tongue flicking over her clit. It was all she could do not to slide down the wall, her feet slipping a little on the floor. He swirled his tongue around more firmly, working it in a circle on her aching little nub. Trailing one finger down, he slipped it into her wetness, and she gasped, squeezing around it. She enjoyed the lovely sensations, his licking becoming more insistent, his finger pushing deeper into her, then starting a swift in and out motion with it that made her gasp and claw at the wall. The vinyl of her top squeaked a bit as it rubbed against the tile, but the sound wouldn't be heard outside the stall over the running water. As much as she wanted to just stand there all night and let Chris work on her, she knew the situation was dangerous, and they couldn't stay there long. With a pained moan, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his wet hair. "Chris...we have to hurry..." she whispered. He gave her a few more thrusts with his finger and a long, slow lick, then looked up at her, her juices smeared on his mouth and chin. "I knowþ" He slowly rose to his feet, wincing a little at having knelt on the tile for a while, and ran his hands over the wet vinyl of her top. He found her breasts and squeezed them through it, making her shudder. She slid her hand down his slick body, feeling all the delicious curves and contours, the silky flesh and the hard muscle beneath it. But the firmest muscle with the silkiest skin was between his legs, and she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing lightly and smiling as he gasped. She stroked him gently, making a loose circle with her fist and sliding it back and forth, the slight responsive thrust of his hips helping the movement. He worked her top up, the wet material squeaking, until it was over her breasts, exposing them to his touch. His fingers toyed with the hard buds of her nipples, pulling and pinching them, making tingles of pleasure go through her. He leaned forward, pressing against her, his mouth going to her ear. He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, then swirled his tongue around in her ear, making her squirm. After blowing a gentle breath of air into it, he whispered. "Turn around and press against the wall Princessþso I can give you what you came for." She trembled in desire, heart racing and body on fire. He stepped back, but before she turned around, she leaned over, unable to resist a nice long, slow lick of his cock. She collected the fluid at the tip first, then slid her tongue down to the base, ending with a nice sucking kiss right on the shaft. He moaned softly, then grinned at her as she stood back up. She turned and pressed herself against the wall, hands splayed against it and hips thrust back wantonly, legs spread wide, pushing back a bit so she was more exposed to him. The steam of the shower was creating a nice little haze around them, making it seem even more secretive and heated. Water rushed over her right side - a nice, soothing feeling to go with the raging need inside her. Chris pressed against her, his hands gripping her hips, and the feel of his cock rubbing against her bare pussy was almost enough to make her scream. She was so hungry for him, so eager. She had been all nightþ Just as he was about to slide into her, there were noises from elsewhere in the room-footsteps, and voices. They both froze, Steph looking back over her shoulder at him, wide-eyed. They both just listened...it sounded like Jeff Hardy, and someone else, who they couldn't quite make out. They were talking and laughing, their voices muffled a bit to them since the shower was running. They seemed to be down at the other end, getting ready to shower. Despite the fact that Steph was now terrified, it added a perverse little thrill to it that made her heart race. "Maybe we shouldn't do this?" She whispered, feeling a pang of disappointment. Couldn't they have waited ten more minutes? Chris narrowed his eyes as though thinking, and she held her breath. Then she gasped in surprise as he suddenly sank himself into her with one thrust, quickly clenching her jaw, knowing she had to be perfectly silent now. It was almost impossible though, with his thick cock stretching her, pushed deep inside her. She throbbed and clenched around him, sharp bolts of pleasure going through her and almost bringing her to orgasm at once. The pure, carnal excitement of the situation made it even better, the voices nearby adding a splendid backdrop to the heat of the moment. He started to pump into her, a few slow, deep thrusts at first, then quicker, harder ones. She curled her fingers against the wall, biting her lip so hard it nearly bled to keep from shrieking. His hands slid from her hips up her sides, finding her jiggling breasts and cupping them as he pressed his chest to her back. The only sound he made was his ragged breathing near her ear. She was almost afraid to breathe, the air locked in her chest as she tried to concentrate on not making any noise. His swift, hard pounding into her nearly made her delirious with pleasure, glad that the wet, slapping sounds of their coupling were disguised by the rushing water. His hands kneaded her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples almost painfully hard, water running from her hair down over her chest and adding to the sensation. She pressed her forehead against the wall, her breath finally breaking free and coming out in soft pants. She felt so full and stretched, his cock slamming deep into her with each powerful thrust. The feel of his body pressed against hers added to the pleasure as well. He nipped at her neck, then at the vinyl of her top, and she was pretty sure he was licking it as well. She gave the softest of whimpers, sliding a hand down between herself and the wall. She heard one of the other showers come on, and was glad there was going to be more noise. She was starting to think the other voice belonged to Rob Van Dam - it sounded like him. She slipped her hand between her legs, taking a moment to feel him sliding in and out of her. Spreading her fingers and putting one on each side of his cock, she stroked him with each inward thrust. He made a soft groaning noise in her ear, and she licked her lips in delight, the lower one throbbing from her teeth being sunk into it. She reached back and touched his balls too, feeling them jiggling with his movements, slapping against her. Everything was so nice and wet and sticky down there, and she reveled in it, touching and toying with him. Another shower came on, and she allowed herself a soft moan, knowing it probably wouldn't be heard over the water. She slipped her hand forward a little and found her clit, and began rubbing it vigorously with two fingers. Her stomach clenched and quivered, her impending orgasm starting to build sharply. She leaned her head back, so she could whisper almost in his ear. "When you cum...pull out of me and let me catch it in my mouth." He growled softly, and pressed her harder against the wall, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster. It was all she could do not to cry out in ecstasy, her fingers working harder, his hands kneading her breasts roughly and tugging at the nipples. Some of the wetness between them now was sweat, the steam making them even hotter. The voices down at the other end weren't as loud or as frequent now, as they both seemed to be showering. But Steph imagined in her lust-filled state that they could hear them, and they knew, and it was turning them on. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, her body starting to tense. His vigorous thrusts and soft, panting breaths drove her closer and closer to the edge, and she just prayed she wouldn't cry out when she came. Rubbing herself frantically, she felt the first delightful spasms deep inside her, and gasped as she lost control and went over. The force of her orgasm made her back arch, her hips snapping back against Chris. The first intense wave of pleasure was almost overwhelming, making her stiffen. Then it turned to violent shudders, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream, body jerking and her inner walls clenching wildly around him. She heard him gasping against her ear, his cock continuing to pound into her spasming tunnel, which only added to the sensation. She slumped heavily against the wall, legs weak and trembling, glad it was there to support her. He slipped out of her quite abruptly, and somehow in her pleasure-hazed mind, she realized this meant he was about to cum. She spun around and dropped to her knees, not caring that it hurt a little hitting the tile floor like that, too shaky to stand on her own anyway. He was clutching his cock, thick and flushed and slick with her juices, and began stroking it furiously. She was actually still riding out the end of her orgasm when the first spurt hit her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and tilted her head back, catching it eagerly, swallowing as much as she could and letting the rest shamelessly spill down her chin. She gazed up at him, watching his face as he came and thinking he looked unspeakably lovely-eyes fluttering, mouth slack, cheeks flushed. With his wet hair and glistening skin, he was hypnotic. His cum had a wonderful taste, both sweet and salty, thick and delicious on her tongue. When he finally stopped spurting, she leaned forward and lapped the stray drops of it from the head of his cock, making him gasp and shudder. Then she licked her lips, moaning softly in delight, before going to work on cleaning the rest of his cock of her juices. It would be a crime to let all that lovely, musky fluid run down the drain... He caressed her hair as she licked his cock and balls clean, then took her hands and helped her to her feet. She wobbled a bit, but stayed up, smiling at him dreamily. He kissed her lips deeply, sucking at them, sucking their mingled fluids from them. She pressed against him, squirming against his softening cock, sighing softly as he maneuvered them back into the warm spray. They washed each other off, hands trailing over wet flesh and through each other's hair, smiling and kissing, gazing into each other's eyes. The others were still in the room, talking and laughing over the sound of their showers. Getting out of there was not going to be easy... Another thing that wasn't easy was getting dressed. She had a hell of a time getting her soaked panties and shorts back on, and had to keep herself from giggling wildly. She really hoped she could slip out without anyone seeing her - or if they did, that she could come up with a good excuse. "I've got an idea..." Chris whispered to her. "Just stay quiet, and come out when I motion to you..." She nodded, and he turned the water off. She slunk back into the corner of the shower, dripping, clothes askew, still trembling a little. He gathered up his things and cautiously pulled the shower curtain back, peeking out. After looking back and forth to make sure no one was milling about, he slipped out, leaving the curtain about a quarter of the way open. She moved to where she couldn't be seen from outside it, but she could still peek out by leaning to the side a little. Chris sat his stuff down and wrapped a towel around his waist, and she quietly admired his naked beauty. He gathered up his things again, then shot her a look, before walking off. She slid back over where she couldn't be seen and waited, tense and nervous. But it had all been worth it-every single risk. She waited for what seemed like forever, listening to Jeff and Rob talking, listening to the water run. She had horrifying thoughts of someone coming in and taking this shower, and just prayed it didn't happen. She kept peeking over to the side, and when Chris reappeared outside the shower, she jumped. But then relief flooded over her, heart racing as he motioned for her to come out. He was still in his towel, but had gotten rid of everything else. She quickly slipped out, wide-eyed and nervous, and he grabbed her by the arm. They hurried through the shower room as quickly and quietly as possible, Steph just praying that neither of them slipped. They went right past the showers that Jeff and Rob were in, and she held her breath. They got to the locker room, which was empty, and she saw that the door was part way open. Chris hurried her over to it, stopping and peeking out. She wrung her hands nervously, looking back toward the shower room door. "All right, go on..." he whispered. "But get out of sight quick before anyone comes along..." She nodded, and started to slip out. Then she squeaked in surprise as he slapped her wet, vinyl-covered ass and winked at her. She grinned and winked back, hurrying out the door. There was no one around, but she could hear voices not too far off. Quickly, she got back to the shadowy corridor she had come down and made her way back to her dressing room. She was quiet, and didn't run into anybody, but if anybody was paying attention she was sure they could have followed the trail of water she left on the floor. She got back to her dressing room without incident, and fell against the door once inside, finally letting her relieved laughter spill out. It was by far the craziest thing she had ever done. Now, to get into some dry clothes... * * * Steph had to suppress a grin as Chris strolled up beside her, both of them on their way to the parking lot. She was exhausted from the long night-and other things - but she had a feeling she wouldn't get much sleep tonight. "Jeff said the funniest thing to me after he got out of the shower..." Chris said, shifting his bag on his shoulder. Steph shifted her gaze sideways to him. "What's that?" "He told me if I was gonna jerk off in the shower to be a bit quieter about it." Steph blinked, stunned and embarrassed for a moment, then she burst out laughing. So they had heard them, even over the water. "We're so bad..." she grinned. They reached the lot and she stopped. "So...uh..." "See you later," he smirked and waved, turning toward the side of the lot where his car was. "Likeþin about fifteen minutes." She grinned, and turned on her heel, heading toward her own car. She was far too smug and pleased with the situation-but she would deal with that later. "Yeah...see you later!" THE END Support WOWEFA.com by joining CelebrityPass.com for only $4.95 
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