Slippery When Wet – Short Sexy Story
Slippery When Wet – Short Sexy Story
Memories of a slippery when wet encounter with a cheeky client. There’s something about warm water cascading down bare skin that brings out the cheekiest sides of people. Add in a slippery floor, some soapy hands, and a glint in the eye, and suddenly, a “quick shower,” and it then turns into something much more memorable. And let me tell you—this guy, well, he’ll be very hard to forget, especially when his body was so slippery when wet sliding against mine.
He booked in advance, he was very polite and there was nothing out of the ordinary in his messages. I’ve learned over the years that it’s often the quiet ones who bring the biggest surprises. When he arrived, he was a bit shy, which I always find quite endearing. A bit of blush in the cheeks, hesitant eye contact, nervous laughter—the usual signs of someone not quite sure what they’ve gotten themselves into. But as always, I greeted him with warmth and a smile, I could tell this made him feel safe, and before long, he was relaxing into the moment. Or so I thought.
We made our way to the shower room, and I showed him where all the towels and toiletries were kept. As I turned around to face him, I found myself in his arms, before my brain registered, before I could take a breath, our bodies were naked and intertwined. There’s just something deliciously naughty about soaping someone up, skin against skin, hands slipping over muscles and curves. It’s playful, sensual, and just the right amount of cheeky. I started slow, letting the water do the talking at first, before working in the bubbles. And then… oh my.
He wasn’t shy anymore.
I won’t go into too much detail (a lady has to keep some secrets, after all), but let’s just say he knew exactly how to respond to my touch as I did with his. What began as a soft, slippery massage under the water turned into a full-blown steamy encounter, we kissed, we explored each others bodies, we were half in the shower half out of the shower, our bodies ebbed and flowed as he thrusts though the water deep inside and all while trying to breath through cascading water, there was so much laughter, I remember. In that moment we were simply 2 souls unencumbered by life, It was so natural, as if it was meant to be.
There was so much steam that the mirrors were completely fogged up, soaked towels were strewn about the floor, and more than a few giggles passed between us. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t crude. It was… electric.
There’s something magical about shared chemistry, especially when it’s unexpected.
That kind of connection can’t be forced—it either happens or it doesn’t. And when it does, oh, it’s bloody brilliant. Every move, every glance, every laugh—it all just worked. By the time we stepped out of the shower, towelling off and catching our breath, we were both grinning like naughty school kids.
He left me with a kiss on the cheek, a generous tip, and a whispered “I’ll definitely be seeing you again,” and he did, many, many times there after. Repeat clients like that are rare gems—gentle, respectful, and full of lovely surprises. Every time we met, the chemistry seemed more intense, with more discovery.
So yes, I might be “just a masseuse” in the eyes of some, but days like that remind me how special this some situations was. It’s about more than just touch—it’s about trust, connection, and the kind of slippery fun you don’t write home about.
Until next time, stay naughty—but don’t slip in the shower, darling.
With love,
Sue -❤️-
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