Confident and smug

The Slith, very much under control of the male brain acted extremely nonchalant, and confident. Hearing Emmy Lou enter the house and call his body’s name, he responded, “Yeah, I’m here, upstairs.”

Emmy Lou followed the sounds of running water from the front door, through the living room and towards the steps. Stupefied and bewildered, she noticed the strewn officer’s uniform along the way. She now stood at the doorway to her bedroom with what appeared to be Bobbie Lee’s boxers at her feet. With nervous trepidation, Emmy Lou pushed the door slowly open, peeking inside, unsure of what she would see. She was relieved to see that Bobbie Lee was not in her room; however, she was unnerved when she heard Bobbie Lee humming from within her private bathroom. The door was closed, but Emmy Lou could see billowing clouds of hot steam puff out from beneath the door. Again, with her heart beating faster, Emmy Lou nervously leaned against the door, this time pressing her ear against the hollow barrier. From the sounds of what she could hear she surmised that Bobbie Lee was in the shower.

Emmy Lou stood straight and gripped the handle. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled a generous dose of confidence and resolve. She twisted the handle, pushed open the door, and marched into the steam filled room in one fluid, split-second movement. “Bobbie Lee! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The Slith having scanned Bobbie Lee’s fantasy memory banks, worked on recreating an exact scenario as only Bobbie Lee had fantasized. Ignoring Emmy Lou’s question, the Slith turned off the hot water and slid the shower curtain to the side. Standing completely naked, with water dripping from his hair and into his eyes, he merely held out his hand in Emmy Lou’s direction. “Could you hand me the towel please?”

Emmy Lou instantly froze in position. She was now the one staring and gawking, like Bobbie Lee had done so many times before. She couldn’t believe her eyes! Bobbie Lee was standing naked in her shower! Emmy Lou’s eyes were magnetically drawn to the fifteen inches of flesh hanging softly against his thigh. Emmy’s mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. Too many images and thought were racing through her mind that her body could not respond to any mental direction. The only involuntary action Emmy was able to perform was to breathe as her heart skipped a couple beats, increasing its rate.

“Towel, please,” the Slith reiterated, trying to snap Emmy Lou from her self induced trance. She blinked her eyes several times, only half out of her trance. Her mouth still hung open, becoming dry and parched despite the moist heat still lingering in the room. Her right hand reflexively reached towards the wall and snagged the towel from the rack, never taking her eyes off the unusually rare life form. Still unable to form words or even a coherent thought, she handed the towel off.

Emmy Lou watched in complete awe as Bobbie Lee towel dried his hair, never once making an attempt to conceal his nudity. Then she realized she didn’t want him to cover the fine cut of meat. “I thought I’d clean up a little, then we could talk tonight, rather than wait for tomorrow,” she heard her subordinate claim. His words were registering, but her brain was unable to connect the synaptic nerve endings needed to formulate her words. She remained frozen, still staring at his cock, eyeing the tiny droplets of beaded water slowly trickle down along the massive length. She then felt the tiny droplets of moisture gather between her loins as she continued staring.

The Slith smiled confidently, realizing his cock had entranced Emmy Lou. He could see her magnificent chest rising and falling, causing her breasts to swell with every breath she took. He now pondered whether it was time to exude an ensnaring concoction of pheromones, destined to put Emmy Lou completely at his will, or to wait and see what Emmy Lou would do on her own.