When in London

My eyes flutter open and I immediately get out of bed, golden light filters through the blinds and into my new apartment. I sigh deeply and brew some fresh coffee, pouring a light amount of almond milk into my mug. I lick my lips and inhale deeply, cutting off my yawn with another sip of coffee. I observe my apartment's pre-installed microwave- the time is 9:25 a.m., the day is a Saturday. With my flights, driving and luggage pick-up for the last few days, I haven't been able to slip a desperately needed shower into my activities. I set my mug down on the kitchenette counter and slip into my closet sized bathroom, strip off my shirt and boxers then start the water. I get in the shower and relax, lathering my muscular body in soap, then massaging my scalp and curly brown hair with cheap shampoo. Fortunately I had my hair cut before I left, so there isn't very much to rinse out when the water pressure weakens. When I'm finished with my hair, I lather my shaft with the blue body wash, my cock rises out of instinct. As I begin softly stroking it under the waterstream, somebody knocks on my apartment door.