Abbie and Jake shower (and mess around) and get dressed for dinner

In the elevator, Jake told Abbie that he had made a reservation for them at the fancy steakhouse on the hotel's top floor. "Apparently it has a view of the entire city," said Jake.

The elevator walls were mirrors, and Abbie looked at her reflection. "Will you think less of me if I eat a huge steak?"

"Are you kidding?" replied Jake. "What is the point of a mega fancy steak restaurant if we don't eat mega fancy steaks?"

Abbie chuckled. "I just mean -- well, I may not look like the type that eats a lot, but I love a good steak." The elevator door opened at the nineteenth floor. "And mega fancy steak is my favorite kind."

Jake unlocked the room, and held the door open for Abbie. He followed her inside, and then dramatically flopped down on the bed. "It's so exhausting being on an awesome vacation with a gorgeous goddess."

Abbie laughed. "You're funny. I'm going to hop in the shower real quick. I just want to rinse the pool off me. I won't be long."

Despite what might have been an invitation, Jake remained half passed out on the bed. He heard the sound of the water running, and then Abbie's footsteps. He glanced up at her. "A shower, huh?"

Abbie kicked off her flip flops and stared at Jake. "Stop. I really just need to rinse off."

Jake sighed. "Your loss, lady. But let me know if you need any help in there."

Abbie continued looking at him as she untied her bikini and tossed the two pieces onto Jake's head. She bit her lip and rubbed her breasts, massaging the undersides where the bikini had rubbed a slight red spot. "I'll probably be okay. I'm pretty self sufficient." She turned coyly and walked away with a little swish in her step.

Jake immediately felt his dick twitching at the sight of her walking like that. As Abbie headed back into the bathroom, Jake idly touched his cock through his bathing suit. He closed his eyes and imagined Abbie standing there. Then he sat up and said out loud (to himself), "Why am I imagining her when she's literally in the next room?" He peeled off his bathing suit and walked toward the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Sure!" shouted Abbie over the sound of the shower.

Jake walked into the bathroom, which was full of steam. She had the shower running very hot. This hotel had the kind of shower stall with a glass wall and an open space where a door might otherwise be. The stall itself was quite large, and there would be plenty of room for some shenanigans in there if he wanted to. But this time, he was more interested in watching her.

The glass was partially fogged up, but he could see her soaping herself up and rinsing water through her hair. There was nothing sexual about it at this point, just a woman taking a shower. Still, naked Abbie was gorgeous Abbie, and Jake got a little extra thrill out of watching her do mundane "normal" things that were more fitting to a long-time partner than a fuck buddy.

As Jake looked at her, he couldn't help getting aroused. He started tugging on his dick a little bit, waking it up. He leaned on the edge of the sink counter and just silently watched. Abbie lathered up her skin, washed her face and hair, and then gave a little more attention to washing her breasts. Her hands worked thoroughly and quickly on her legs and arms, but on her breasts, she slowed down, allowing her self-massage to give her a bit of pleasure.

"Abbie," Jake said softly, but prominent enough for her to hear. "Can I watch you?"

Abbie turned to look at him, not realizing that he was already watching. "Of course you can." She became more deliberate than before, and even took longer on her stomach and hips, now that she had an audience. She cocked her head to one side, but didn't take her gaze off Jake.

He watched her quietly, standing still, arms at his sides. Just watching her was arousing, and his dick was getting bigger at the sight of her, her body, her slow attention to her own skin, and her eyes staring into his own.

"Can I touch myself while I watch you?"

Abbie smiled and licked her lips. "Of course you can." She took a step closer to Jake. Jake stood up and stepped toward the shower stall. They were still about six feet apart from one another, but both fully locked in a gaze, each of them masturbating to the sight of the other.

Abbie's fingers toyed with her clit, and slid into her hole, wet from a combination of soap, water, and her own arousal. The room was steamy, and that was all the moisture Jake had, which offered more friction than lubrication. He took another small step toward Abbie. She reached onto the shelf behind her for a small unlabeled bottle, which she held out to him. Jake stretch his arm out and took the bottle, but didn't touch her fingers. "I might have prepared for something like this," she said in a low voice.

Jake popped the cap open, and squeezed the liquid into his hand. It was warm, smooth, and oily. Without hesitation, he rubbed it straight onto his dick, and immediately felt a heightened sensation, a tingling. He smiled, and rolled his eyes a bit, his hand working harder jerking his cock. He snapped the lid shut again and tossed the bottle onto a discarded towel on the floor. He increased the tempo of his stroking, and Abbie did the same to match him.

The oil was elevating his senses of touch and smell. He felt tingly, and the air smelled of lavender. He took another step closer to the shower stall, and continued masturbation almost furiously. Abbie grabbed hold of a towel rod on the inside wall of the shower, and lifted one foot up onto the small ledge that separated the shower floor from the rest of the bathroom. Jake moved just a bit more forward, and although the two of them still weren't touching each other, they were easily within reach.

Abbie climaxed first. She threw her head back, and her body convulsed as her orgasm worked through her. Her breasts heaved, and she started to feel weak in her legs. She held tighter to the rod with one hand, and frantically stroked her clit with the other. "Oh, Jake ..." she cooed.

Jake swallowed. His knees were quivering. As Abbie's orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes again and looked at Jake. She bit her lip again, and reached her hand out toward his cock. He took one last step to her, and her hand replaced his on his dick, stroking tightly. She twisted and torqued her hand around his penis, savoring the feeling of his hard and tight cock in her hand. She jerked him unrelentingly, and feeling his body begin to tense up, sped her rhythm.

Jake put a hand on the outside of the glass and thrust his hips toward Abbie. He leaned his upper body back, and tightening his muscles, exploded in Abbie's direction. His come landed on her arm. She kept stroking. He tensed again, and shot a second time, landing on her hand. Both Jake and Abbie were a little surprised (and perhaps a little delighted) that he was still able to perform after so much sexual activity in the day, but they both knew that there was something special between them.

Abbie continued to rub his dick as he softened, and Jake stood at the glass wall of the shower stall, ****, open, and naked. After his orgasm has completely faded, Abbie ran her fingers down his chest. The room was silent but for the splashing water behind her. Steam filled the air, and both Abbie and Jake continued to breathe heavily.

"Do you want to rinse off?" she asked him, perhaps a little playfully, but also out of genuine care.

"Do you want to help me?" Jake replied, slightly more playfully, perhaps not in a place for a casual and simple affirmative.

"I'd love to." Abbie made space for him in the shower. They stood together under the water, washing soap off one another like it was some kind of communal ritual.

There was something that thrilled Jake about the two of them being naked together without doing something sexual. Even if they had literally just had sex, the non-sexual moments that followed often felt more intimate than anything else. And as Abbie rinsed soap from his skin, he found himself smiling, and in a way, hoped she didn't see.

After their shower, Abbie spent some time in the bathroom doing her hair and makeup. Jake got dressed in a houndstooth blazer and brown pants. Abbie emerged from the bathroom completely naked, and without commentary from either of them, went to get her clothes.

She pulled on a pair of black panties that cut low in the back. After that, she fetched a black cocktail dress from a garment bag in the closet. She had tried this outfit on for Jake back at their office (Was that just yesterday? she marveled), and as they had agreed that a bra would spoil the look of the low cut dress, she went without. A pair of black heels completed the picture.

Jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, dumbfounded. "I just -- there are no words."

"Surely there are at least a few words," said Abbie.

"Okay ... there's 'amazing' ... and 'knockout' ... and 'super fucking hot.' Those are the words."

Abbie smiled at him. "That's a start. If any more words come to mind while we're out, please let me know."