Club Night 8 - Shower

While you let the shower - which is also a bathtub at the same time - heat up, you stand in front of the mirror and inspect the damage. God, you're a mess. Her cum is literally everywhere. The sight of her huge balls had you curious beforehand and they certainly did not dissappoint. Speaking of curiosity... you didn't really get to focus on the taste at all. And all of this is gonna be gone when you step into that shower...

Eh, fuck it.

Bringing a finger to your face, you scoop up a good amount off your cheek. With a slight hesitation, you bring it to your lips and take a lick. In all honesty, it's actually not half bad. A tad bitter, sure, but significantly better than you remember semen to taste. As a matter of fact, it tastes strangely good.

Taken by surprise, you take another lick. Cum can taste like this?? Well, maybe it's different because Zoey is a futanari and not a man? Damn, you should've licked up that bit of cum that landed on her abs and chest...

Woah, hold on. Don't get carried away.

Clearing your throat, you shake the thought out of your head. Time to clean up. The steam alone that has already built up is a sign that the water is ready. Yeah, nothing beats a steaming hot shower.

You step inside and immediately, a sigh leaves your mouth. Letting the water wash over you, you feel the warmth spread throughout your entire body. Closing your eyes, you enjoy the sensation to bask in the moment. However, as soon as darkness envelops you, the events of tonight replay in your mind.

You vividly remember even how the sheets under your face looked like in the moment you realized, Zoey might actually make you cum. You feel how her muscular arms felt around you when she pulled you up and held you. How her tongue felt on your clit. How her ridiculous cock reshaped your insi-

"O-okay, stop." you tell yourself and open your eyes. You're in here to clean up, not to... well, to do whatever you were going to do if you thought about that any longer.

Speaking of cleaning up though... you don't know which products in here are Zoey's. You wouldn't wanna just use her roomma-

One bottle. There's literally just a single bottle, combining shampoo and body wash in one. No conditioner, no soap, no anything. Jesus, that's such a guy thing. At least have separate shampoo and body wash, for crying out loud. At the very least it's not one of these excessively male branded ones with names like "Carnage" or "Arctic Tundra". Lavander. Come to think of it, she did smell a bit like lavender. Smoke and lavender.

Shaking your head, you squeeze a decent amount of the liquid onto your hand and begin to work it into your hair. Since these barbarians don't even keep a sponge or anything, you have **** but to use your hands to soap up your body. Jesus, you're still so sensitive.

You can't help it. The moment your hand brushes over any part of your body, you remember Zoey's doing the exact same. Every touch is a reminder. When you lather up your chest, you feel her hands kneading and squeezing your tits. When you reach down to clean your legs, you remember how she felt you up before taking you.

You're not sure if even to clean anymore but when your fingers glide over your stomach, you mind can feel the hardness of Zoey's abs. When you rinse your hair, you remember her stroking and combing yours.

Before you know it, you find yourself standing there, in the bathtub under the shower, absentmindedly staring down your body, touching yourself. It wasn't a conscious decision, it's almost as if your hands have moved on their own. When you finally notice, you're frustrated with yourself at first but then, a slow smirk creeps onto your face.

"Fucking hell, Zoey." you whisper and bite your lip. With a quick, reassuring glance to the bathroom door, you confirm that it's locked. Then you carefully slide down the wall, until you're sitting in the tub. With a deep breath, you finally let your fingers go to work.