Kim cried out as he entered her yet again, wondering why it felt so damn good. She placed both hands on the wall now, rythmically grinding against his every thrust, pushing for more of that exquisite friction. She could feel the warm water running off her hair and down her back as his cock rammed into her pussy over and over again. She begged for more, sensing that her orgasm was rapidly approaching and struggling to keep steady on the slippery surfaces of the shower.
Sensing she was on the verge, Ron did not hold back. He continued to pump into her tightening pussy, his hands on her hips, hers clawing at the smooth surface of the wet tile. He caught her glancing over her shoulder at him right as he began to flex uncontrollably at the beginnings of his own orgasm.
Kim arched her back, deliciously shuddering as she felt him cum inside her, She thought she squirted out a little something as she came but with the water running down her like that she couldn't be sure. Ron slowly pulled out and she touched herself, still sensitive in the wake of all this. She decided to clean up some more.
After making sure she was completely rinsed off, Kim stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and demurely wrapped it around herself. Ron tried to follow and promptly tripped over the side of the tub.
He offered her a sheepish grin as he got up off the floor. He noticed that Kim was wearing a towel and reached over to grab one for himself. After putting it on, he reached for another and came up behind her. He looked up to see the both of them watching their reflection in the mirror. He set the extra towel on the counter and wrapped his arms around the front of her shoulders. Feeling her hair drip on him, he picked the towel back up and attempted to dry it off for her.
Kim loved that. After enjoying a few minutes of feeling him stroke the towel through her hair, she reached into the cabinet to pull out her dryer and brush. Ron pulled the brush out of her hand and looked it over carefully. Kim thought little of it, her mind drifting off elsewhere.
Kim wasn't really sure if this was the right time or place, but she had to ask someone. "How much do you know about-- cherries?"
The brush the dropped out of his hand. Grateful for the excuse to break eye contact, Ron bent down to pick it up. "Uh, you had one, now you don't?" He nervously glanced in her direction and continued with, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, that's just it. Not that I'm complaining, but I was expecting more of a-- oh, I don't know, pop?" She sighed, shaking her head over the sillyness of such a question.
Without thinking, Ron smiled and quipped with, "Yeah-- already took care of that."
Kim eyed him suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"
"N-n-nothing! I mean, what could I possibly be talking about?" He quickly hid the hairbrush behind his back.
"Ron?" Now glaring, she crossed her arms.
He weakly laughed, saying, "Well, this is funny, you'll laugh. You know how we were just talking about that time we switched bodies?" He held the brush up for her to see.
Kim raised an eyebrow.
Ron tried to elbow her side. "KP, you're not laughing."
"Ron, what are you doing with my-- you don't mean--" Kim noticed the shape of the handle and suddenly made the connection. "My hairbrush! What exactly did you do to my body while you were in it?"
"Uh, gotta go!" And with that he took off running through the house, holding his towel in place, not even stopping to grab his clothes. Kim took off after him, still in her towel.
Back early from their trip, Kim's family was just stepping out of the car in the driveway. They were shocked to see a half-naked Ron desperately running out the front door with a half naked Kim in hot persuit.
After a moment of silence her dad shrugged it off. "Well, at least she's chasing after Ron and not some boy."