I follow Erica into the bathroom

In our apartment, we had established a rule: no girl showered alone when I was around. It was a duty we had all agreed upon—I was responsible for ensuring that their bodies were thoroughly cleaned. This level of cleanliness was something that both I and the girls valued highly. After Erica left the kitchen, I put down my roll and followed her to the bathroom. She turned briefly and smiled as she saw me enter. "You're really reliable, John," she said, beginning to take off her clothes. Each movement highlighted the muscles and curves of her athletic body.

First, she reached down, slowly peeling off her leggings, revealing her toned, smooth legs. The muscles in her calves and thighs flexed slightly with the effort, displaying the strength she maintained through her workouts. Her skin was flawless and glistened faintly under the bathroom light. Next, she grasped the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head and exposing her firm, well-defined abs. The movement accentuated the lines of her obliques and the subtle definition of her abdominal muscles. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts, though not the largest, were perfectly shaped and firm, fitting her athletic frame beautifully. Her nipples, a soft pink, stood out against her fair skin.

She then turned around and bent down to remove her socks, giving me a view of her strong yet graceful back and the curve of her toned buttocks. Her skin was smooth, with a light sheen of sweat from her earlier exercise. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her hips, revealing her firm, round ass. The way her muscles shifted and moved under her skin was mesmerizing.

Her entire body was a testament to her dedication to staying in shape, with every muscle group visible and beautifully proportioned. As she stood back up, completely nude, she turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and anticipation.

"Ready to help me get really clean?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

I couldn't help but admire her as she stood there, every inch of her tight body on display. From her toned arms to her sculpted legs, she was the epitome of feminine strength and beauty. The curves of her hips, the firmness of her thighs, and the definition in her calves all spoke to the hard work she put into maintaining her physique.

Her pussy, an alluring sight with its delicate inner labia peeking out gently, was impeccably smooth, the result of careful shaving. The soft skin, inviting my touch, seemed to beckon me closer. The subtle fragrance of her arousal mingled with the light musk of her natural scent, creating an irresistible allure. Her vulva, with its graceful contours and slightly swollen lips, and her soft pubic mound formed a beautiful contrast to her flat, muscular abdomen, showcasing a perfect blend of feminine beauty and strength. As I gazed upon her, I was captivated by her sexiness, eager to attend to her needs and ensure every part of her was cleansed with the utmost care.

The water was already running, and the room began to fill with steam. Erica stepped into the shower, and I followed her. The hot water pounded on our bodies, and I reached for the sponge and shower gel. "You know, I have to make sure everything is reeeally clean," I said, letting the sponge glide over her smooth skin. She leaned back and enjoyed the touch, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

I stood behind her and started scrubbing her back, my hands gliding over her shoulders and lower back. Slowly, my hand wandered to the front and began massaging her breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. She moaned softly as I twisted them between my fingers. With the other hand, I glided over her stomach downwards and found her clit. Erica tensed up, and her breathing grew heavier. I rubbed gently while she clung to the shower rod, trembling with lust.

"John, you drive me crazy," she gasped. She slowly turned around so that we were now facing each other. Our lips met in a hungry kiss as I continued working on her most sensitive spot. The feeling of her soft, wet skin against mine was overwhelming. Our kisses became more intense, and I felt her hands wandering over my back.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and came with a loud moan. Her legs shook, and she leaned heavily against me. "Thank you, John," she whispered as she slowly recovered. "You are really the best."