A nice, hot shower

As we walk along, I find myself leaning more against Michael as he leads me toward the bathroom. He gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze as he opens the door and brings me through. The shower is very nice. Large enough that you wouldn't touch the cold tiles accidentally and the shower head is tall enough that you don't have to hunch over. Well, I suppose I don't have to worry about that now, but back when I was still a guy I loved any shower that didn't have to squat down to get under. Michael gently removes the remainder of my clothing and then lets his own join the pile. My top makes a wet thwack as it hits the floor with its saturation of semen. We both look at each other and laugh. What a ridiculous situation. The past days have been an absolute rollercoaster and I just seem to keep stumbling into these kinds of things.

My train of thought comes to a halt as I feel a hand reach out and grab my own. Michael stands in the shower and beckons me in, the warm water already running. As I step in he brings me close to his body, my back to him and the showerhead in front. Unfortunately, due to my new size, the water hits me right in my face catching me off guard. I try to push back but Michael's strong body blocks my way so I turn my head and spit out the water that has made its way into my mouth. He quickly realizes the problem and pulls me out of the way while adjusting the height of the showerhead. "Sorry..." he has a sheepish look in his eye. I give him a small smile. "At least last time you gave me some warning." He blushes and I let out a giggle. "Come on." I nod my head towards the water and he reassumes his position behind me. Feeling the water cascade down my body, the pressure from the shower tickling my skin, and the sweat and other fluids being washed away was incredible. But more than that was the firm body behind me. Michael's strong arms cocooned around me, gently scrubbing my arms with soap while working their way closer to my chest. If not for the temperature I'm sure I would have goosebumps as his hands glided over every inch of me. Bring his arms under my own and back to my chest he began to soap and lather my breasts, every so often giving a light squeeze met with a satisfied moan from myself. I leaned forward into his hands to try to get some more stimulation but he seemed oblivious to my desire and just continued his cleaning. Once that area was rinsed off he began to put shampoo into my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp as I leaned even closer to him. I grinned as I felt his hardening penis rise against me. I went to reach for it but I was stopped by a hand around my wrist. "I've had my fun, this is for you." He gives my shoulder a small kiss. "You earned it." I shake my head and turn to face him. "What? Cause I've been a good little girl?" I say mockingly towards him. He reaches up and cups my face. "You've been a very good girl." His low voice, almost growling. Fuck! I could feel my knees going weak when he said it. I can feel my face going bright red as a tingling in my nethers begins to flare up. He moves his hand from my cheek down under my chin. My breathing is heavy as I look at him with wide eyes as the moment seems to drag on forever. Then, he pushes my chin up and head back and starts to rinse my hair. Huh, I thought we were going to... Michael's fingers run through my head to get out the product. My head jerks back slightly and I let out a short yelp as he grabs my hair. "Easy girl, just finishing up." He gathers it into a ponytail and presses out the last of the shampoo. His voice, so strong and confident, is getting me going. On top of all the water running down my body, there is the beginning of another kind of wetness below. He puts my hair over my shoulder and turns me back around into an embrace. Between his radiating warmth and the rushing water, it's like a protective shroud over me keeping me comfortable and safe. And despite him saying otherwise, his cock is still hard and pressed up against me ready to go. Maybe I can help him out with it?