You are very dirty

“Something to…” Her cock flashes in your mind as you say, “Eat…. Okay cool, that sounds nice.” What is wrong with me. I don’t want to suck her cock. Thinking it conjures an image of looking up as she slides it down your throat. An itch on your arm pulls your attention back. You are filthy and soaked, smiling, you strip to get in the shower. As you lather yourself you can’t help your mind from wondering back to what you saw in the shower earlier, and as you wash your cock, your fingers linger, tugging softly imagining yourself kissing her and her stroking your cock. Your hand braces on the wall and the vision of her pulls your hair. You are sure she would be rough. You start tugging faster. The water begins to chill, your cock is hard yet trying to hide from the cold. The sound of your hand slapping hits your ears. Fuck, to loud.

“Foods ready. You must have been really dirty, you’ve been in there a …” She lets out a little chuckle, “Oh I see. Need a hand?” Her question causes your cheeks to heat up. She is standing just outside the shower. She heard you beating off.

Suddenly fearful of what might actually happen you quickly turn off the water and reach out for your towel replying, “Um, no thanks.” But where your towel was you only grab air.

“Need this?” She asks and through the opaque curtain you notice from the shadow of her silhouette she is holding your towel. When you don‘t respond immediately she adds, “Well you coming out or do you want me to come in? I was thinking we would eat supper first and see how the conversation went, but if you want I suppose I could just climb in there with you.”