Craig was fully dressed inside the shower with his finger poking through a hole in the curtain as he asked, “What do you think about this wonderful shower curtain that should’ve been tossed a long time ago.”

“I just cleaned it. But get me a new one, and we can ditch it,” I told him.

We’d been working on renovating the bathroom for about two months. Slow and steady wins the race, or so they say. But truthfully, it was in a constant state of disarray no matter how much work we put into it. One of these days it would pay off, but we weren’t there yet.

“OK, I will,” he assured me. “Tonight I’ll order one, and we can trash this miserable, old thing. Although…”

I was busy cleaning out the ancient medicine cabinet, throwing out old makeup, pills and various garbage. I didn’t really pay attention to him rustling around behind me — until he whispered, “Hey! Hey, lady!”

I turned to see what he wanted and burst out laughing.

He’d opened his pants, widened the hole in the ancient vinyl shower curtain and stuck his dick through it. His body was pressed to the transparent sheet, and he was making a goofy face at me.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” I asked, snickering.

He wagged his cock and said, “Hoping for one of those glory-hole experiences I’ve heard about all my life but never had.”

Despite my amusement, I found myself getting turned on. There was something lewd about the unexpected scenario, so I decided to play along and approached him.

“Hey there, stranger,” I said, trailing my fingertip over the crown of his cock.

It jerked, and he sucked in a breath. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to play along. Well, did I have a surprise for him!

I grabbed ahold of his shaft, giving him a friendly squeeze and then a long slow stroke, which made him groan.

I bent at the waist and licked his cockhead, tasting the salty ocean flavor of his dribbling pre-come.

“Keep going,” he panted.

I sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth, drew on it and swirled my tongue, all the while taking my time — even though I knew he’d love nothing better than for me to gulp him down.

Behind the curtain, his trim hips thrust rhythmically toward my face.

I dragged my lips down his length, almost making them press against the vinyl. He made a garbled sound that delighted me.

I pulled away to tell him, “You should take those pants completely off, stranger. You’ll be more comfortable.”

I proceeded to strip off my jeans and T-shirt, dropping them on the floor before I pressed my body, clad in a bra and panties, to the plastic sheet. Through it, I could see his form, moving like it was underwater, as he undressed and once again put his dick through the curtain’s hole.

He tried to grope my breasts from the other side of the vinyl, then my pussy. He chuckled softly, but then I wrapped my hand around his shaft and his laugh turned to a groan.

I gave him a few strokes, then got down on my knees.

I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth, taking my time to only move an inch or so at a clip. Through the curtain he couldn’t really grab my hair, urge me forward or tug at me. I think that both infuriated him and turned him on at the same time.

I pressed my hands against the front of his thighs, feeling the vinyl between us warm up from our body heat. I drove my mouth down onto his cock until I smelled a whiff of plastic. Then I backed up and withdrew. Sucking on the tip of him, I buried a hand between my thighs and gave my pussy a few teasing strokes.

My lips stayed tightly wrapped around his hard flesh as I pushed them toward the base of his erection once more, and Craig sighed deeply.

I looked up at him, staying still, until he caught on.

He grabbed a handful of shower curtain in each hand and started to fuck my face. Somehow, the nature of the whole thing made me hot. I liked seeing him struggle just a little. It turned me on to see the desperation with which his hips thrust to penetrate my mouth, so he could feel my heat and wetness.         

I grabbed his shaft to steady him and licked him slowly. I ran my tongue around his cockhead and then sucked, alternating each act until he was gasping.

“Do you want to come?” I asked, stroking him with my fist. I placed a chaste kiss on his dickhead, but I didn’t suck him that time. I squeezed him and then returned to stroking him.

“Yes. You know I do.”

He thrust again, shaking the whole curtain in frustration. I giggled. We’d played enough. The thing was now a hindrance.

I stood and grabbed the top of the curtain, knowing we’d be getting a new one, and yanked hard.

It took some effort, but the plastic finally started ripping free of the rings.

When it finally fell, I was face-to-face with my surprised man, who was left holding the curtain with two hands — as his dick still poked out of the hole.

“Get out,” I ordered.

He obeyed, stepping out of the tub and starting to peel off the curtain.

“I didn’t say to remove that. Lay on the floor.”

He looked utterly baffled but willing to play along, and I couldn’t suppress another little giggle.

He laid across the bathroom floor, sprawling on the fluffy pink bathmat that had just been washed, as well.

He tucked the curtain under his chin but left the rest of it where it fell.

“Now just look at this,” I said, trailing my fingertips gently over his exposed cock. “What a sweet little morsel we have here.”

He grunted as I tickled his dick with my fingertips again. Then I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his bone.

I held the curtain down on either side of his hips, trapping him and letting him feel the restriction. Meanwhile, his cock strained through that homemade glory hole just begging to be sucked.

So I obliged.

I slid my mouth down his length, while straddling his lower legs. I dragged my tongue up one side of his shaft and then down the other. I repeated the effort as he squirmed.

“That feels good,” he panted. “But weird.”

“What’s weird?” But as I said it, I moved and the vinyl curtain crinkled.

He gave me a smirk that seemed to scream “that,” and I nodded slightly in agreement. Then I swallowed his shaft and felt the head of his dick brush the back of my throat. I sucked air through my nose as he gasped with pleasure.

He pushed his hips up, causing the shower curtain to make a new chorus of crunchy noises.

I used my fist and my mouth in unison to work his dick, dragging my tongue along his shaft with my every movement. I also took time to tickle his balls through the curtain, and he grunted, thrusting up again.

Finally, I sat back on my haunches and unfastened my bra. Then I stood, peeling it off, along with my panties.

“You know what this dick needs?” I asked.

He didn’t answer me, but his eyes were intense — and his dick was as hard as a length of pipe.

“It needs some flavor,” I said.

As he watched, I lowered myself onto his lap. His erection felt hot and hard as it pressed against my wet slit and entered me. I rode his rod, enjoying the sensation of him filling and stretching me. When I needed more, I raised myself and slammed down on his dick repeatedly. He looked like he was ready to lose it.

“This is just the ticket for a tastier cock-gobbling experience,” I said teasingly.

He snickered but then shut up when I started rocking my body at a steady rhythm.

“Don’t get too excited. This is strictly for me, the cocksucker,” I said, looking down at him sternly. “No coming. You hear?”

He nodded eagerly as I swirled my hips in clockwise circles. When my pussy thrummed with pleasure, I reversed my motion. I was getting closer, so close to a sweet juicy orgasm. I stopped my circles, planted my hands on his shoulders and started to sway from side to side.

Out of nowhere, Craig slammed his hips up, thrusting his cock deep inside me, his pelvic bone banging against my swollen clit.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I came, my spasming pussy hugging his erection.

I let out a long sigh and just sat there for a moment. Then I said, “There. That should help.”

I pulled my pussy off his rod with exaggerated care. He was still as hard as a rock. His juice-slickened dick was flushed a lovely pink color.

I licked my lips and said, “That looks juicy and lip-smackingly delicious.”

Craig made a desperate sound. I could tell it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to push off the curtain, push his cock into my mouth and thrust until he came.

Instead, he played along.

I leaned over him and started to clean him with my tongue, lapping at the pussy juice coating his hard-on. When I finally got to the crown of his cock, I sucked it between my lips, rolling my tongue and lips across the head like it was a lollipop.

“Finish me off, baby. I want to come so bad.”

I gave in, manhandling his balls through the vinyl and sliding my mouth up and down his erection as he struggled inside his transparent prison.

I banged my lips against the pubic hair at the base of his cock, which had peeked through the tear, and sucked on him hard. He groaned as I dragged my mouth up to the tip. Then I slid my mouth down again. I drew on him until he struggled, and then I repeated the entire pattern again.

I buried my left hand between my thighs, working my clit with trembling fingers. I used my other fist to jack him off as I sucked him.

He was panting, flailing, moving around like he was helpless, which for some reason turned me on to no end.

My rhythm met and kept up with his jittering hips as he desperately sought release. I finished him off with a suck and a squeeze, and he jetted his load into my mouth, coating my tongue.

He exhaled heartily, surveying the curtain still draped over him.

“You know what this means,” he said.

“What?”

“We have to go shopping for a new shower curtain right away.”