“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“S’ok, I’ll be fine. Just the top part. It’s small. For God’s sake, don’t go crazy on me. And go slow.”
I rinsed my soapy hand and gripped the bottom of the bottle tightly. I soaped the top end in the lather on her buns then brought it to the top of her crack and slowly slid it down between her buns until I felt it catch.
“Right there,” she said softly.
I twisted it a little. Then pressed it against her gently. Stacey’s body shook a couple times and she groaned.
She pushed back against me and I felt the bottle’s cap slowly slide into her. She started trembling and moaning.
I didn’t know what to do. I twisted the bottle a little bit and she gasped a “no” so I stopped. Then she gently bounced back into me, and the bottle, a few times and I got the idea. I moved it gingerly in and out and she started trembling harder and moaning even louder.
“Oh Bubble, this is good… this is very very good…”
I would have been horrified if someone had told me a year ago, hell three months ago, that I would be poking a masturbating girl in the butt with a shampoo bottle in the middle of the night in a pitch black hotel bathroom. But right at that moment, there was no place I’d rather be. I even managed a little dirty talk for the first time in whole life, “You like this, honey? My cute little pervert? You going to cum like this?” I asked her sweetly. I leaned over and licked and kissed along the skin of her back. I wiggled the shampoo bottle inside her carefully.
“…fuck…yeah…” she whimpered.
“Where’s the shampoo bottle, Berry? Where did you make me put it?”
“…in…in my ass… it’s in my ass…” she groaned. Then she went rigid and climaxed. Her butt starting humping in a million directions so I just held the bottle steady to let her push back on it, then move away, then back again as she needed. My girlfriend having an orgasm bent over in the shower and riding a tiny hotel shampoo bottle was one of the hottest things I’d ever… well.. not seen. Now I kinda wished we’d left the darn lights on.
She finally pulled herself off the bottle and crumpled to the bottom of the shower. I sat down behind her and pulled her limp body into my lap. She leaned her head back against my shoulder. I kissed her throat and she made this sweet cooing sound.
I rocked her a little and we continued to enjoy the hotel’s limitless supply of hot water. “How’d I do delivering my first girlie cum?” I asked.
“Fantastic. We’re taking that shampoo bottle home with us as a memento. I want you to bury it with me when I die.”
“Yay! And that was just round one,” I giggled.
“Yup, soon as I get control of my body again, I’m going to be all over you,” she threatened weakly.
“Then let’s get rinsed and dried. I want to be in a nice soft bed for the next round.”
I turned off the water and we got each other standing up. Finding towels was tough in the dark. I groped around for awhile and Stacey gave up. She found and flipped what she thought was a regular light switch. A dark red light came on. It was one of those heat lamp thingies. The warm light felt good on my skin right away.