She hopped into the already steaming shower. It was the type with three or four showerheads in it, with a glassed-in door and beautiful grey and blue ceramic tile on the floor and walls. There was even a little bench on one side. Lisa started to soak her hair in the hot, steamy water. She felt a cool breeze as the glass door opened again to let Sheamus in. She opened her eyes and there he was, leaning up against the wall, looking at her as if she was a plate of cheesecake that he was getting ready to devour. His eyes flashed with primal lust. Lisa turned slowly around, facing her back to him. She poured shampoo into her palm and began to lather it into her hair. She stroked her fingers through her hair, pulling it over her shoulder and running the thick bubbles through it, root to tip. She knew the latehr was running down her back, over the crack of her ass, and down her legs, to end up in puddles in the bottom of the tub. She glanced over her shoulder to see Sheamus, still watching her, his eyes running slowly up and down her wet, slippery body. She glanced down, and sure enough, he was hard as a rock again, one of his hands ever so slowly stroking his cock, gently. She turned back to rinse her hair, letting the hot water cascade the foam all the way out. Just as she was finishing her rinse, she felt a warm pair of large, calloused hands grab her hips. They slowly slid around her front, so he was hugging her from behind.

She felt the length of his hard, hot cock pressing into her back, insistently. He reached over and grabbed the tiny bottle of hotel shower gel. It looked ridiculously small in his enormous hand. He poured some into his palm and started rubbing her body with it. He stroked his hands up her back rubbing it firmly, making her groan in pleasure. He rubbed down on her ass cheeks, and knelt down to soap up her legs. He made long, slow strokes all the way up and down. He slid his hands between her legs, to smooth soap all over her smooth slit. He reached up to lather up her tits, where her nipples were hard and standing out. He finished soaping her all up, and let her rinse under the hot, flowing water. The shower glass was all steamed up and full of condensation. Lisa grabbed the bottle of shower gel and started to rub Sheamus down with it. She rubbed her hands all over his broad, scarred back. Every freckle stood out against his pale, pale skin. She used her short fingernails to lightly scractch him, causing goosebumps to raise up all over his back and upper arms. She pressed him back against the shower wall, and scrubbed his smooth chest and rippled stomach. He leaned back his head and groaned as she rubbed him softly. She washed his legs and all the way down to his feet, then worked her way back up to his cock. She gently washed his balls, moving them softly in the palm of her hands. She stroked the soap up his cock, washing and rinsing around the head and all the way down the shaft. He shuddered and twitched with every move she made. After she rinsed him off, she pushed him over to sit on the shower seat. She stood between his legs, and wet down his hair and lathered shampoo into it. She massaged his head, making little tiny, firm but gentle circles in his blaze red hair. He closed his eyes and let her do it. She rinsed his hair out and knelt down on the floor between his feet. She took the head of his cock, so warm and wet and hard, into her mouth. He gasped, and murmured, "Luv, yeh gotta stop, I'm not goin' ta last long this time, I want to be inside yeh."

She stood up, turned around, and bent over at the waist, exposing her glistening ass and pussy to him. He took a breath sharply, and stood up behind her. She rested her hands on the shower wall, and slowly shifted her hips back and forth, until he grabbed her by the hips and touched the entrance of her pussy with his cock. She moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more, more of him inside her. He pulled back, teasing her, with a sly smirk on his face. She let out a groan and a squeak, and pleaded with him, "Please! Please, I want it..." He could see her pussy shining, and pushed his cock inside her, hard. "OH! OH FUCK ME!" she shouted as he filled her right up. He grimaced as he thrust into her harder and harder. He could feel every single rippling muscle inside her pussy, squeezing around his cock. He gripped her hips hard, his fingers dug into her skin, pain mixing with pleasure as she gritted her teeth together. She threw her head back as animalistic grunts and growls came out of her. He made noise too, teeth pressed together, eyes closed, as he pounded her. He knew he wouldn't last long, so he gave a final hard, few thrusts, and filled her up with his hot, thick cum. He surpressed a yell as he finished inside her. He stayed inside her and felt her pussy contract in a primal rhythm, as she made her hands into fists and pounded on the wall and tried to hold in a shout. She felt his cock soften inside her as she finished her orgasm. He pulled out of her, and a string of cum stretched from his cock into her pussy, shining in the heat of the shower. They smirked at each other and finished up in the shower.

Lisa put her bra and panties back on after she retrieved them from random places on the floor around the bed and couch. Sheamus dug through his bag to retrieve some clean clothes. She still had a towel wrapped around her head, and she took it off and gave her hair a shake. She made a quick braid down the side of her neck, and tied it off with a small elastic. Sheamus dressed in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and his leather boots. He threw on his grey fisherman sweater from last night. Lisa slid her pants back on, and her shoes and her shirt. "Walk me out?" she said.