David Alexander - Bert

Bert nodded. Carole van der Hoff did fit into the classic pattern of a cock teaser and he had heard the rumors of what she did to her dates but there was an elemental attraction. Bert refused to give up on the frigid chick and besides, he had a plan.

"Thanks, Crunch. I've still got the hots for her, though. But I've an idea which'll maybe get me a date."

Cruncher Hiatt smirked. "What ya gonna do, ball her old lady?" He laughed uproariously at the idea. He laughed even harder when he heard Bert's reply.

"That's not such a bad idea, Crunch. Not bad at all."

Bert wasted no time after school. He hurried over to the van der Hoff residence. He knew Carole wasn't there because this was the night she stayed late at the school for cheerleader practice. Bert walked up the steps to the front door and started to ring, then changed his mind. He tried the doorknob and found it securely locked. On impulse, he went around to the back yard and checked th sliding glass door.

It was open. With the way clear, Bert crept into the house. The record player was blaring out a Linda Ronstadt album. Bert would have stayed to listen to the dulcet, melodic tones of "Love Has No Pride" but he had bigger things on his mind…and in his pants.

The hissing of water from the bathroom indicated that Robin was busily taking a shower. Bert quickly checked through the house, just on general principles. He didn't want to get caught with this little act, not that it mattered that much to him. To his future with Carole, yes, it did matter, but otherwise, he had nothing to lose.

He opened the bathroom door slightly and looked into the steamy interior. The mirrors were fogged from the high humidity in the small room. Perfect. He quickly discarded his clothes and dumped them in the hall, then slipped quietly through the door. The heat and water droplets suspended in the air assailed the youth instantly. The subtle fragrances of the shampoo Robin used took a few seconds to insinuate themselves into his overloaded queue of sensory inputs.

The translucent shower door prevented Bert from a good, clear view, but the partially obscurred view was far more exciting. It left a lot to his imagination, and he let that run rampant. The plastic in the door was a ripply sea green duplicating the ocean waves thundering against the beach. Bert could picture the scene; the color was perfect, the sound of the water hissing inside the stall fitted beautifully.

But that wasn't the beautiful fit Bert truly desired. He wanted the fit of Robin's man-trap around his cock. The only way he could get that flashing figure wrapped around his was to climb into the stall with her. Standing in the moist atmosphere of the room and just looking wouldn't do it for him.

He yanked the door open and jumped inside before much of the water jetting down from the nozzle could find its way onto the floor outside the shower. Robin was looked glorious naked and totally wet. She appeared to Bert as some form of water nymph come alive from the dry, dusty mythology books.

"Bert!" she shrieked. "What are you…I mean…wha…?" The woman was confused and tried to back away, an impossibility in the narrow confines of the stall. With an ages-old reflex, she tried to cover her snatch with one hand, her glistening boobs with the other.

"Hi, Robin. Fancy meeting you here. I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in."

"Get the hell out of here!" The woman's initial shock was replaced with fury.

"Why? I thought you might like some company. Terribly lonely in these tropical countries. No one speaks the language, and all you have to eat are bananas."

"Bert!" she snapped. "Get out of my shower."

"Sure, Robin. Eventually." His hands had reached out and grasped her around the waist. Slippery with soap, his caresses became liquid and lightning fast. Bert applied more pressure to offset the lack of friction. He liked the feel of naked skin under his fingers, ever wet skin as long as it was female.

He edged closer and pressed his body to hers. Robin attempted to shove him away but rapidly discovered what the boy already had. Wet skin is incredibly slippery. She succeeded in wrapping her arms about his body and nothing else.

Bert availed himself of two convient handholds. He reached behind Robin and grabbed her silky cheeks and inserted his fingers deep in the crease of her buttocks. Using this leverage to his advantage, the youth pulled the older woman to his body and kissed he deeply.

Robin's protests died instantly. She felt the inch by inch rise of his prick between her damp legs as his excitement grew. Bert's tongue slipped between her lips and began frolicking in her mouth, teasing and taunting her tongue, playing hide and seek, drawing it out. Her lassitude began to evaporate and, in spite of herself, she found that her crotch was becoming wet. Not from the stinging rain hammering down from the showerhead but from her own lust.

Prick sticking up into her loins, nudging gently at her portals, tongue lolling inside her mouth and a wiggly finger insistently moving up her anus, Robin found herself impaled three different ways. She couldn't escape if she wanted to do such a silly thing. Why pass up such an erotically interesting encounter?

The woman began to respond to the deep, long kiss that Bert had been lavishing on her. Robin's slender oral digit of taste chased Bert's back into his mouth and the hide and seek game continued, in both mouths this time instead of just one.

Holding the woman close to his body, Bert felt the twin points of her breasts begin to poke harder and harder into his naked chest. As Robin's need for him flourished, the tiny cherry beacons mounted on her snow white tits hardened into tiny pebbles.

The photographer pulled Robin even closer, using his fleshy handholds to good effect. He tried to get a second finger up her asshole but failed. He had to be content with the one already reposing there, wiggling and tickling the woman's interior tissue.

Robin's feet slipped apart slightly on the wet tile floor and exposed her golden matted snatch. Bert twisted slightly on the wet tile, bent his knees and leaned against the wall the nozzle squirting out water over his shoulder. The feel of warm water was sensuous, made his skin tingle and feel more alive than it ever had. He saw instantly that between his threefold ministrations and the spray of water, Robin was really getting turned on.

Bert slid his feet between Robin's legs, checked to make sure he was firmly braced, then pulled the woman toward his stiff rod. Guiding her with the finger he had embedded in her ass, he moved her forward and lifted. Carole's mother spread slightly wider and impaled herself on Bert's already wet spike of flesh jutting upward from his loins. As she she settled down with a contented sigh, Bert felt an intense pressure against his legs and shoulders.

He had to support the weight of both their bodies, not that he minded in the least! At first, Robin's twitching and bouncing on his manstalk was uncomfortable. The water deprived her natural lubricants of their oily properties, but Robin was so lost in the throes of fucking that her cunt fountained out almost as much liquid as did the raging showerhead.

She was soon properly lubricated and was sliding up and down on Bert's pole with little resistance. With the water tumbling around them, drenching them and making their naked skin gleam and glisten. He wished he had his camera.

What a shot this would make!

The warm waterfalls trickled down his body and seemed to return him to a prenatal condition. He was buried in a woman's belly, attempting to shove his dick all the way to her womb, he was surrounded by warm, amniotic fluid, and he was sensually rocked on the waves of passion that flooded his body.

Bert was content to remained propped in the stall, wiggle his finger in its tight glove-like slot, feel the friction mount on his staff and just let the water engulf him.