Cleaning up

[A/N: Not much happens with the male POV for a bit. So enjoy these female POV for a bit.]

I sighed with relief when I ran into the first door I found up the stairs. There was a girl in here. I suddenly felt judged and exposed when her gaze traveled down my body.

Subconsciously my legs squeezed together and to my horror there was wet sound from the moisture on my thighs. There was no way she didn't hear it, and definitely saw it.

I felt dirty when she didn't look away and smiled. "Ah, I see you've met Hector. Don't worry I understand, I was a mess as well with just a few minutes with his fingers."

She looked like she was going to say more praising that man... But then she stopped. "Ah- well I see you are not handling it well, here."

She pointed at the beds. My mind stuttered seeing three large beds all pushed together making one large bed for everyone. "Feel free to put your stuff up and take your clothes off. The shower is in the back there."

I noticed that the two beds on the ends were obviously taken but the one in the center was not. So I put my stuff away and tried not to stare at myself in the mirror, my white panties transparent from my drooling pussy. I had never made this much of a mess before...

I turned to look and the girl wasn't looking so I quickly bent over wincing as I saw the thick clear strands that connected me to my panties... I didn't want to face the girl if she saw the mess of my panties and quickly put them away and grabbed my towel clutching it to my front to cover myself and the mess I've made of myself.

Another glance she made no motion of looking towards me. I sighed with relief and as an after thought I grabbed my shaving kit before heading for the shower she told me about.

If I was going to give my husbands idea any merit I wanted to at least be tidy down there, definitely not the sticky mess I am now. I was going to have to at least trim myself... maybe even shave clean... But then I realized I was going to have to sleep with... that man...

Wait, that girl? Where was her man? The hot humid air of the shower met me. And I felt relieved dropping my towel as I stepped into the shower... However it was already on and I almost slipped. Wait on? A dark man sat on the edge of the shower with a small towel covering his lap. I couldn't look away from the chiseled muscles of his chest and especially not his tenting towel that showed his... sack. They hung very low compared to my husbands and seemed like they had weight unlike his....

Then I realized I was naked and quickly grabbed my towel clutching it to my chest again. He chuckled at me.

"Haha, don't worry about me. The shower is big enough for us both." It obviously was... but not by much. If I had to say it could fit three max. Two seated and one standing.

No it was either I stand in front of him as I dropped my towel or seat next to him where his arm was stretched...

I chose to sit next to him. Despite his good looks and my husbands approval it was still too much. The reason I didn't just immediately leave is that if my choices were this guy and the one downstairs I would take this guy over that... monster downstairs. I tried not to think about the last time I saw my little sister. She still had that innocent glint in her eyes. Now it was gone... I definitely didn't want that.

But this man... his tenting towel had reached it's peak. Was he that excited by my body? But... His girlfriend was much younger than I was. Did he get that excited by me...

"You keep staring at it. Did you want to see?"

His husky whisper met my ears as I felt his leg touch mine as he slid closer. Caught in the moment I was nodding as I let my hand be grabbed gently as he placed it on the edge of small towel.

"It's only fair, I did see you after all."

I could feel my pussy lips warming up as I removed his towel. His thing... it was perfect. It even looked strong. The dark color slightly paler that that of his chest, it was warm too. But it HARD. My husbands still bends when we had sex so I had to be careful to ensure he didn't slip out but this one was like a single piece... Unyeilding.

I caught myself when I felt the foreign sensation of fingers roaming over my lips. Blushing harder than ever I retracted my hand and gently pulled his hand away. To my utter shame I saw the way my sticky hairs stuck to those fingers leaving wet trails despite me never having been under the water flow.

To make it worse he saw my shaving kit in my hands and commented on it. "Oh? you're planning on cleaning up?" Then his hand went to his lips and he... licked my juices off the fingers.

I quickly covered my pussy with my hand suddenly remembering his fingers stealthily sliding over my sticky folds. I **** my hand to remain flat against my pussy. "Yeah- I am, I figured I might at least clean up a bit-"

Before I could finish he was leaning into my that same hand had slipped under my towel as it rested on my belly gently but firmly. Like as if I was delicate glass that could break any moment but unable to move under his firm hand. "That's fine, I don't mind if you're a dirty girl. But if you're going to I'll do it.

Then my shaving kit was plucked from my hand and I suddenly had the muscular mar kneeled between my legs eagerly taking in the sight of my exposed bits.

I could feel his breath on me as he pulled my legs with powerful arms so he had better access. I tried not to think about the sturdy bar that my arms managed to grip above my head. It was the perfect height to grab onto when I had my legs lifted up like this... Not even an hour I had already been laid on my back in the shower...

Before I could muster up the strength to push him away I felt the pleasure jolt up my body as fingers firm and confident touched me. Ever since I had gotten together with my husband no one else had touched me down there. His fingers were frantic as if they couldn't get enough of me wanting to touch every part of me... But these... they went straight for what I loved most! And they knew it too.

Just as I felt the breath hit my extra sensitive nub it stopped. I literally whimpered so close to my climax. I don't know if he didn't hear me or what but I was suddenly being shaved. My arousal quickly abated but I still wanted to cum.

The break made me aware of just what I was doing and the sound of metal scraping metal made me aware I was still wearing my wedding ring... I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. I didn't even tell him about this. I was doing this for my own enjoyment, that thought had him comment on the sudden flood of more juices.

"Some one's happy to see me." I peaked then, opening my eyes to see his fingers stretching a fold of my pussy to get the razor in. I felt like he was about to cut me... But then with an almost imperceptive sliding sensation the feeling was gone. But he was incredibly skillful as I was quickly perfectly smooth down there. I could feel my skin was sensitive as I felt every breath he took, no doubt smelling whatever lewd sent I had...

Then he kissed it before standing up.

As I was sitting that perfect cock was in my face. It even had a pleasant looking curve to it. At the base was a bush of his own... but it didn't look dirty. If anything it made him look manlier. But that wasn't the end that large heavy sack of his, it had hairs of its own.

Those nuts hidden in there were VERY heavy. I compared them to my husbands. His didn't hang but held tight against him, they certainly never had weight to become like this.

Then we were interrupted by the girl in the other room. She poked her head in and didn't bat an eye at me holding her partners heavy balls in one hand as his cock dripped onto my nose. "Babe, it's almost time for the meeting. You'll have to finish later."

I quickly pulled my hand away as I whispered loud enough for him to hear. "That's payback for not finishing me off." I totally didn't say that to cover up my frantic mind. I had went so far with it! I let him shave me. The way his fingers roamed me... He probably knows my lips down there better than my own husband the way he expertly brought me right to the edge and left me there.

Before I could think of anything else I hear my husbands laugh. "Haha-"

Blood rushed to my ears. I definitly couldn't have him finding me like this seated infront of a guy with his hard cock in my face. So I pushed the man away from me whispering again. "Go go! I need to clean up."

Luckily he left at my urging so I quickly rinsed away my lewd juices before I realized my towel was soaked and I didn't bring any clothes to change into...

Then I spotted his towel still on the dry shower seat.. It would barely cover a single breast of mine... Let alone both.

I had no other option other than trying to use the wet towel to cover my body. Instead of going out with that one tiny towel.

However to my shame the towel stuck to me and when I looked in the mirror I saw that it hugged every curve... and being white I could faintly see the darkening pink of my nipples. Luckily the wetness made it sag so there was plenty of length to cover me fully. However I had to hold it as the weight meant it would fall without assistance.

I waited a bit longer until it quieted down before peaking out. To my horror there was only one person out there in the big room... He was looking right at me so he was expecting me, there was no avoiding this confrontation.

So under his lustful gaze I stepped out trying to get to my clothes before anything else.