Is it in you?

Is it in you?

Going down the escalator I saw the lead architect’s son - Jihoon Bang, he was slightly taller than the driver, I’d say about 6’ 1”. He was a strapping young man who looked handsome in his black suit. I ran to meet him at the bottom of the escalator and I shook his hand. I asked him if he was not too annoyed with the flight being delayed and he said that he had experienced it a few times too many for it to upset him. “Shit happens, what can you do” he said with a slight Korean accent and a smile. We all walked to the car. I opened the back door for him and the driver took his bag to the trunk. I sat in the front seat and waited for the driver to get us underway. A moment later he put the car in gear and he headed for the hotel - he knew the drill. I told Jihoon that he would be meeting with his father for dinner later that night and that he should wear something less formal. Beer and street fare don’t exactly go with a suit.At the hotel I escorted him up to his room and told him we would be picking him up at 8:30. He had 5 hours to rest and prep for a night out on the town. I filed the report and I confirmed with his dad that we would be picking him up at 8:00 and his son at 8:30. The driver dropped me off at my apartment and he went home to rest. I barely had a few hours for me to prep and I had to take a shower. My nether regions were all sticky from that failed launch. I took my clothes off, grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, got a towel from the bedroom and went to the bathroom. I took a swig from my lemon-lime beverage and hopped in the shower. I turned on the shower jets full blast, it was a refreshing jolt. My nipples hardened as they got hit with the rushing cold water. I diverted the water over to a hand held shower head and blasted my sticky beaver to get it nice and fresh. I turned the water off and used some homemade scented body wash a friend gave me last summer. It was fragrant and made my skin soft and silky. I lathered up my bush and washed my crack, first the front and then the back. I made my way to my boobs and I went round and round in slow circles, paying special attention to my erect nips. I left no trace of skin uncleaned, now it was time to rinse those suds away. I took the hand held shower head and gently let it all go down the drain. An idea popped into my head as I got intimate with that shower head. I let it linger on my clit. I rubbed it on my gine’s folds. My juices were mixing with the water, my breathing became heavy and pretty soon I had my fingers dug in deep with the water stream working on my love button. I said to myself that even if the sky falls I am going to cum this time. I kept plugging away in and out. Two fingers, then three and I turned the pressure all the way up on that thing and targeted my peanut. It was happening, I am close, I was near climax when the water died all of a sudden. I was shocked and catatonic for a moment and I realized I had to salvage this and get that orgasm. I frantically fingered myself but it was useless. I even tried to shove that Gatorade bottle up there but the sparks had fizzled and I was left with an ache in my groin. Darn it all, maybe a nap would make me feel better.