Operation: Shower Time Good Vibes

Roy finally entered Sam's home an hour and a half later, roughly dragging the wheeled steam cleaner behind him. He'd stopped by a local grocery store, for what only should have taken a few minutes, to rent the damn thing like a responsible boyfriend. But of course, it was Sunday, and the store was filled with families doing their weekly shopping. He cursed himself for his luck, and for the fact that he had to repeatedly distract himself from thoughts of Sam in the shower. Popping a boner while waiting in line surrounded by soccer moms and children would probably have been the most embarrassing thing of his life, after all. Well, actually, maybe not quite as embarrassing as Sam's mom coming home early the day before. In the last two days, it seemed, fate was endeavoring to give him a quite a hard time. In more ways than one.

As he passed the front room couch, he briefly considered getting started on his custodial duties, but that thought was quickly erased from his mind as he realized he could hear the shower running further into the house. Oh damn, had Sam already hopped in? He made his way into the hallway that contained the entrances to both her bedroom and the bathroom in question, but before he could knock on sit, he was startled by another curious sound. A vocalization, actually. One that was rather familiar, if certainly louder than he'd previously encountered.

Yes, he realized, that was unmistakably the sound of Sam moaning in ecstasy. Well now, things were finally starting to look up! He quickly forgot all the soreness in his muscles as he gingerly turned the knob and opened the door. After all, there was nothing quite like the promise of sexy chicanery to perk up a young man. Even through the thick blanket of steam, Roy could tell the bathroom was much as he remembered it from behind Sam's little experiment yesterday, though it might have been a bit cleaner. The shower/bath was on the opposite side of the room from the door, its curtain (printed with various photo-realistic ducks) drawn closed. Another moan, louder this time, issued out from the other side of it, and Roy couldn't help but have a little fun at his girlfriend's expense.

"So, you having a good time in there?" he called out over the sound of the water as he closed the door behind him.

A startled "EEP!" greeted him, and even from the other side of the shower curtain, he could tell she was standing up from a sitting position. "R-R-ROY!"

"And here I was under the impression you were going to wait for me," he said as he casually began to take all of his clothes off, discarding them haphazardly by the door.

She fumbled around a moment with the shower head (it being one of those fancy detachable hose ones) before she pulled the curtain just enough to poke her head out, and her wet hair a sticking to her neck and shoulders. Her face was flushed, either from the steam or the situation, and it served to highlight her cute freckles quite nicely. "W-well, you were taking a while, and I don't like just sitting around feeling grody after a workout..." She stopped, and squinted at him through the steam. "Roy, I can't very well without my glasses. Are you... naked?"

Roy scoffed, as he strode to the curtain. "How else am I supposed to get in with you?" He paused before he continued. "Uh, if that's what you wanted, of course."

Samantha seemed almost hesitant despite her bravado back at the gym, but before long moved the curtain aside to make room for Roy to get in. In the process, though, Roy got to see her entire naked dripping body, and if he was rock hard before, now he was practically diamond. From her toned and pinched waist, to her delightfully flared hips, to her voluminous breasts, there was certainly a lot for him to enjoy.

He got in, right in front of her underneath the shower head, as he placed his hands around her waist and stood up on his toes to kiss her lips. It was a strange feeling at first, to reach up to kiss a girl, but she returned the gesture with passion. Maybe it was strange, he thought, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's bad.

Roy decided to press his luck, and reached a little lower and grabbed a handful of her impressive behind, drawing a yelp from Samantha, but she didn't push him away or separate their lips. Roy took that as a signal to continue, but before he could really get into the spirit of things, he noticed something change. Specifically, the water splashing on his back was getting colder by the moment.

He almost wanted to try to see if he could soldier through it, but instead separated from her lips reluctantly. "Are we running out of hot water already?"

She took a moment to reach her hand under the stream, and sure enough, could feel it getting colder. "Oh, Roy, I'm so sorry, I spent so much time in here with the pulse setting already..." she stopped as she realized what she was saying.

If she could turn any redder, she probably would have.

"A-anyway, I have another idea," she continued, brushing past her previous admission. "Why don't I get out, you shower up with what's left, and... uh... we can move this to my bedroom. And, uh, we can try this some other time, okay?"

"Yeah, alright. Maybe next time," Roy replied. Sure, it would have been nice to share a fun shower-time sexperience together, but as long as he got to be with Samantha at all, he couldn't really complain.

She grabbed her towel from the nearby rack as she stepped out of the shower. "I'll... uh... I'll meet you there, alright? I... I have a surprise, uh, you might like."

"...What kind of surprise?"

She kissed him lightly and went to the door. "You'll see," she replied in what Roy imagined was supposed to be an approximation of a sultry tone, and closed the door behind her.