Shower
The water ran
until it was ready and I flicked the
switch. A
second later, water started gushing out the
shower head,
steam emanating from it already. We both
stepped in and
a few moments later were wet to the
bone.
Showering in
silence, we lathered each other up.
Putting shampoo
in my hands, I let them run through
your hair, as
gently as I could, not causing any
knots. You then
moved her head forward and rinsed it
all out.
Handing your my shampoo bottle, you poured
some straight
on my head, with a smile and began
rubbing my
head, though found this difficult with
being barely
able to reach, but you managed.
After rinsing
the shampoo from my hair, we swapped
places as you
began to run the bar of soap all over
me. Across both
arms, down my torso, around my sides.
Turning around,
you stroked the bar up and down my
back, making it
very 'sudsey'. Then over my buttocks
and motioned
for me to turn around as you knelt on
your knees to
do my legs and all in-between them,
purposefully
moving everything so as to make sure you
did not miss a
single spot. Giving me a quick kiss on
the lips, I
entered the streaming flow of water and
let it wash
away every last inch of my body, of the
soap that had
been so carefully placed by...you.
Turning around,
you handed me the bar of soap and I
rubbed it up
and down your back, turning it almost
completely
white. You moved to face me and I then
rubbed the soap
on your cheeks, generating a soft
smile. Working
down I covered every inch of your neck,
that was now
littered with 'hickies,' though something
had told me
earlier that you did not and would not
mind at all.
Moving down I brushed the soap over your
damp, soft
breasts. As I moved the bar of soap over
the tips of
them, they seemed to go hard for a second,
but then
promptly went soft again. I made sure no
spots were
missed and ensured that every part of your
torso was
gleaming white with soap. Continuing on, I
moved the soap
in irregular patterns on your sides and
stomach. I
could tell you enjoyed the sensation of
trying to
follow every move I made with the soap.
Shortly before
I finished, you even moved your hips
slightly to
match some of the movements, your eyes
closed.
Kneeling down, the rest of your body became
white as a
cloud, but to me, you still seem to gleam
even after it
had all been rinsed away.
With the room
now totally filled with steam, I reached
behind me and
turned the water off. Hopping out, I
handed you a
towel and wrapped it around you. Being
the warm person
you were, you returned the gesture and
did the same to
me. Both of us, having being wrapped
in a towel by
the other embraced each other, just like
two long lost
lovers who just wanted to hold the
other. It was
very quiet, but the only thing either of
us wanted to
hear, was the feeling of the other person
holding you.
I can't
describe how we felt then, just holding each
other there,
the towels drying us off and the steam
still filling
the upper part of the room. We were
totally
together there...then....
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