"I need a minute."

Again, it seemed like only moments had passed before she struggled to lift herself off of me. I helped her up, and she slowly lowered herself off the bed. I sat up and watched her. She paused and cast a dead stare at the floor. She held herself up, but her arms and her legs wobbled. “I’m going to take a shower.” She blankly as she stared at the floor.

“Do you need some help?” I asked while getting up; my legs were not very steady.

“No, no.” She said, moving toward the bathroom. “I’m okay. I just...” She braced herself on the door, and spoke quietly. “I need a minute.”

I sat back down and glanced at the clock. It had been an hour since we paused the episode of Westworld. The sound of the showerhead spewing water down on the tiled floor drew my gaze to the light spilling into the room from the slightly ajar bathroom door.

I stared at the light on the floor. My brain and body, only barely functioning. One thing I knew for sure is that I wanted to help Ashley. I stood up and braced myself on the bed.

I entered the bathroom, which had already begun to fill with steam. Through the frosted glass, I saw her silhouette sitting in the cascade of water. I opened the shower door and came inside. Her usually vibrant red hair was dark and flattened by the water. The golden light made her shoulders and back glisten. I sat down behind her and outstretched my legs, with her between them. She turned my way briefly when she noticed my presence, before returning her blank gaze to the drain in front of her.

We sat in silence, and I fidgeted with my hands. Finally, I managed to speak. “Are you okay?” The boiling water burned slightly as it splashed off her and rained onto my legs.

“Yeah...” She responded just barely audible over the sounds of the water. “I’m fine.” I reached out and offered my hand. She took it in hers and breathed deeply. “It’s just... that was rough.”

Thoughts began to race through my mind. This is the second time in just this hour I crossed a personal line. I hurt someone I loved because I couldn’t control myself. Why was I doing this? Why am I like this? I squeezed her hand as tears began to well up in my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Ashley.”

“Greg?” She asked, turning to face me.

I looked into her eyes as tears streamed down my face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-” My voice began to break.

“No, no, no, Greg.” She whispered softly before caressing my cheek with her hand. “It’s okay.” She gave a soft smile as we looked in each other’s eyes again. “I know you didn’t.” Any tears of hers were lost in the water dripping from her hair. She pulled me in, and we kissed.

Her tongue tangled with mine, but it wasn’t a frenzy. It was slow and sensual. We parted and pressed our foreheads together. “You didn’t hurt me.” She reassured me quietly. We pulled apart and she took my hands. “I just wasn’t prepared for that...” I stared into her caring eyes. “And... now we know.” She gave a quick, quiet laugh.

“Still.” I said, wiping away my tears. “I’m sorry, Ashley.”

“Don’t be.” She crawled to me and wrapped my arms around her. I held her tight as the water washed over us. “I love you.” She said quietly, smiling as she rested her head on my shoulder.

We sat in silent embrace until the hot water began to cool. I reached over and grabbed the soap. After putting a little in my hand, Ashley leaned forward, and I began to lather her shoulders. I washed her back and sides before she leaned back into me. She took my soapy hands and placed them on her breasts. I caressed them ever so gently, covering them in bubbly foam. My hands then strayed down her abdomen, feeling the muscles tense in her midriff.

A scene this sexy caused my dick to try to become erect once more, but fail. I lathered her whole top half until the soap ran thin. When it did, she pulled herself away and stood up into the water.

I leaned back and watched the water run down her body as she washed. She was running her fingers up and down her body and across her breasts. Water glistened off her body, making her look divine. When she had gotten rid of all the soap, she angled the showerhead away and picked up the bottle. I offered my hand, and she squeezed some into my palm.

She turned around and picked up the shampoo. When she began to soap her hair, she bent over and presented her perfect ass and legs to me. I sat up on my knees and kissed her smooth round cheek. Gently licking the warm water droplets off of it. I then lathered the skin and used the slickness of the soap to massage the muscles in each hindquarter. I could feel the firm muscles under the layer of squishy fat that gave it the perfect amount of cushion and jiggle.

My enjoyment was hastened by her beginning to wash the shampoo from her hair. I scooped some of the bubbles from the underside of each perfect ass cheek and began to massage each thigh in the same manner. The soapiness allowed my fingers to glide along the skin with ease.

I refrained from slipping a finger into her folds, as her body language suggested it was much too tender. Finally, I went to her calves and repeated the process. She turned, and I stood up and stared into her eyes. We kissed, and then she commandeered some suds from her legs and lathered the few spots I’d missed. Then she took the bottle of soap once more and smiled, deciding it was my turn.

She started with my chest; her gentle hands caressed my body until every inch of my torso and arms were soapy. She reached down and gently took hold of my cock. Her soft touch and careful movements soothed its soreness from before. She squatted down and found every nook and cranny creating unfamiliar but pleasing sensations. Finally, she did my legs before coming back up to give my shaft a few soft strokes to tease it. My half chub twitched, causing a numb pain to throb through it. Neither of us could go another round, but we still couldn’t help ourselves from enjoying each other’s company.

She pulled her hands away and crossed her arms under her large breasts, pushing them up and together. I stepped close to her and reached my hands past her into the water, washing them of soap before kissing her. I then caressed her breasts once more. Squeezing them gently. I pulled away, and she threw her head back. Her nipples were hard and prominent, easy prey for my lips. I leaned forward and took one in my mouth while pinching the other with my fingertips. I circled it with my tongue and gently pulled at it with my teeth.

Finally, I kissed the skin above her nipple and sucked it while I pinched both nipples. She moaned and stepped back into the water. I let her go, but she pulled me with her, and we held each other close as the water rinsed us of any remaining soap. She handed me the shampoo bottle and stepped toward the back of the shower. Giving me one last look of her in all her glory before leaving me to wash my hair.

I did so quickly as my exhaustion began to set in. Without Ashley ’s presence, my brain faded, and it was a struggle to stay conscious. Utilizing the moment alone, I relieved myself for the night. Finally, I turned off the now lukewarm water and exited. She was gone, and there was a wet towel on the hook. I took a fresh one off the shelf and lazily dried myself, and then dropped it to the floor. I turned off the light and stumbled into the dark bedroom. The space was subtly illuminated by the lights of the city glowing through the window.

“Greg...” I heard a drowsy voice say. I climbed into bed and snuggled up close to her naked body, still gently damp from the shower. Her wet hair was cold on my shoulders, but her warmth was all I focused on. “Tonight was better than anything I could’ve ever dreamed of. Thank you.”

I love you; was my final thought of the night before succumbing to slumber.