Post Shower

You stand there letting the water fall around you, Melody wrapped around you, almost limp, as if she was no longer a person, just an item of clothing. Carefully you lift her up to allow your cock to fall out of her. With it comes a flood of your cum. The water washes it away.

Carefully you nudge her legs apart, unwrapping her from your body. Gently you lower her. When her feet hit the plastic floor, her legs buckle, as if incapable of holding her weight. She clings to you, her arms still wrapped around your shoulders.

“Hey, are you ok?”

She’s unresponsive. You stare into her face, and see her eyes are still glazed with pleasure. This can’t last. She doesn’t weigh much, but you can’t hold her forever. Carefully you squat down until she’s sitting on the shower floor. Only then do you release her. Carefully you lift her arms over your head. She slumps against the side of the shower, still unseeing, although her eyes are open.

Now Melody is known for her extravagant orgasms. Her whole body being wracked by one is not uncommon, especially super-orgasms when you cum inside her. And all your lovers have had moments after you’ve fired into them where they appear detached from the world. But this reaction is more **** than any she’s shown before. She appears completely lost. The flush of her excitement has faded to the same paleness she had shown when she’d first arrived. Her breathing is deep and ragged. Looking at her there at the bottom of the shower worries you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

When she doesn’t reply again you kiss her forehead. This finally attracts her attention. She looks up at you and smiles. You repeat your question.

“I just need to sit here for a bit. Don’t worry about me?”

You can’t help but worry about her. She looks so ****. Her eyes are filled with a strange mix of nausea and pleasure. But it’s clear you can’t do anything about it. You lean in to kiss her again, and she greedily sucks upon your tongue. Then you leave her, standing up to wash your own junk. Once they’re clean you look down at Melody. She’s watching you with exhausted big blue eyes, her face a mixture of adoration and fatigue. You gesture to the shower controls. She nods. You turn the shower off.

You leave the door of the shower open after you step out. You grab a towel and dry yourself. Melody has not stirred from her place at the bottom of the shower. Concerned you grab a fresh towel and look back in.

“Hey, take this. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

She looks up and offers a weak smile. When you hand over the fresh towel, she takes it. As she wraps it around her shoulders, you reach out and lift her face with a couple of fingers under the chin. You lean in and kiss her again and you feel her shiver as you do so. When you leave her, her smile has grown wider.

Back in the dressing area someone has placed a shirt and trousers on the table. That would be Lucy. Clearly there was need for smart clothing this morning. If you thought about it, you could remember why. But don’t bother. You just get dressed in the clothing provided.

There’s no sound from the bathroom, nor any movement from the bedroom. You do catch some movement in the hallway, though, a flash across the balcony in the corridor that leads into the west wing. Sometimes the girls hang there in their nightwear hoping to catch your eye. The long blond hair and curvy figure tells you this time its Sarka. She’s wearing a long t-shirt, low cut to show her cleavage, just long enough to hide her pussy. No sign of underwear.

You gesture to catch her attention and to beckon her over. She’s hesitant to come. She’s underdressed for the communal parts of the house, and that could cause trouble. On the other hand, your instructions supersede any standard household rules. As the newest member of the household, having joined 4 months ago, Sarka is still hesitant about breaking the rules. As she comes, she looks around, in case one of her fellow housemates notice her.

“Morning,” you tell her. Her reply is lost as you kiss her. “I wonder if you could do me a favour?”

“Of course.” Her eastern European accent is sexy.

“I left Melody in the shower. She’s not feeling too well. Could you help her? I’ll remember it.”

You probably didn’t need to offer the last bit, but the possibility of a reward always motivates the women. To emphasise the last offer, you reach under the hem of her t-shirt and run your finger along what you find. As expected, she’s not wearing any underwear. You kiss her again and let her go.