An accidental happy moment in the bathroom

The first two years after I moved to a new city were rather boring. Then I met a colleague who later became my girlfriend. We'd have fun together for a day or two every weekend. At that time, my company provided housing, and she would come to stay with me. Later, I changed jobs and moved in with her. That year, we were always having sex, and it felt very passionate.
One day, I was watching TV at the university, and she was taking a shower. She didn't have any underwear with her and asked me to bring it to her. She opened the bathroom door a crack and reached out with one hand. Her arm was covered in soap and smelled of fresh shower gel. I said to her, "Honey, your hands are covered in soap, how can you take it? Here, I'll put it on the clothes hanger for you." (At that time, we were renting an apartment, and the bathroom was very small, only about 2 square meters. After hanging up the toiletries, it was even smaller, making it very difficult for two people to move around. So we had never showered together.) She opened the door halfway for me. She huddled with me inside to put away my clothes. As I turned to leave, I accidentally touched her nipple. She flinched at the slightest touch. At the time, I didn't realize it was the shower gel's lubrication that had aggravated her sensitivity. I asked, "What's wrong, baby? Are you cold?" I quickly went out, intending to close the door, but she suddenly grabbed my hand. I turned back and said, "Aren't you cold? Hurry up and wash, you'll catch a cold." She shook my hand, tears welling up in her eyes. (Usually, when I come back from a long business trip, just a light touch on her body will bring tears to her eyes, and a light kiss will make her kiss me back passionately.) She was looking at me expectantly, and I suddenly understood. I said, "Wait a minute, let me change into some slippers." I took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear, and went inside. She immediately hugged me tightly. I turned her around and hugged her from behind, caressing her breasts with both hands. After a few strokes, she went limp, her arms rolling back to grab my shoulders. I quickly squatted down and let her sit on my lap, spreading one hand and sliding it down her body. She was covered in foam. I swam her lower body around a few times, and she started moaning loudly, turning her head to kiss me. I then turned her around and pulled her up to stand, slipping one thigh between her legs and gently rubbing it. I put my arms around her waist, but her body twisted and turned, making it a little difficult to hold her; she was too slippery. She realized this too, wrapped her arms around my waist, and lifted her head to kiss me passionately. Only then did she dazedly slip her hand inside my underwear, searching for her target. (Personally, I think shower gel or soap is the best lubricant in the bathroom; when you're covered in lather, it makes you incredibly sensitive, and you can't stop). Usually, she needs two steps to get me to that rock-hard hardness—two or three touches with her hand, two or three with her mouth. Today was especially good; the moment her hand touched me, my breathing changed, and with each breath, I achieved the hardness she wanted. She pulled down my underwear and thrust right in. She was rubbing her breasts against me, and I was slowly advancing, stepping on my tiptoes, calling out "I want it!" She would always start with two very soft, crisp cries of "I want it!" Before penetration, she would use a drawn-out, pleading, imploring tone to call out "I want it!" I would crouch down little by little to meet her, and she would tense her legs, urging me to increase the frequency... Later, she would get chills, her whole body tensing up. I knew this was the orgasm she liked. She always liked to hug and kiss after an orgasm, saying it would make the orgasm last.
Over time, we would go to the bathroom for some intense lovemaking
. Actually, she had a rather peculiar trait: when she really wanted it, tears would well up in her eyes. She would hold back the tears when she was excited, but they would spill out again during orgasm. At first, I thought I was hurting her, but later I realized that when she got chills, the tears would come out along with the climax. I asked her about it, and she said she didn't know either; her whole body tensing up would make her cry.

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