Join her in the Shower

You can’t finish your shave quickly enough. It takes all your self-control to do a smooth, thorough job. All the while you can hear the shower behind you, along with Melody’s yelps of “cold”. Those finish with a purr of contentment, and the shower’s sound of splatter of water on plastic lessens to one of water on flesh.

You flush the water of your shave down the sink and turn towards the shower. Melody is standing there under the water staring at you, her blue eyes filled with lust. The water cascades off her pale body, running over her breasts, running down her thighs. Her flesh shines with its caress. She sees you looking, and her smile widens. With one finger she beckons you.

You don’t need any more encouragement than that.

Next thing you know you’re in the shower, looming over her. “I haven’t kissed you good morning,” you tell her. Her reply is to stand on her toes and lean up towards you. You wrap your arms around her wet body and pull her further up. You both moan good morning as your lips touch. And then you’re devouring each other, lips embracing, tongues entwining, naked bodies pressed against the other. Her rock-hard nipples press against your chest. Your engorged cock rubs against her stomach.

For a moment you are lost in the experience of each other. Then she breaks, pushing you away with her hand on your chest. Looking down you see her previous paleness lost in her desire.

“Duty first, then pleasure,” she tells you, bringing a smile to your face. The household lives a hedonistic life, but its rules are paramount.

“Of course,” you reply. You reach out to the shower’s controls and tweak them. Your shower is special. Not only big enough to hold four, it also contains multiple heads. Melody turned the main head on, but now you’re releasing them all. Warm water cascades onto you from numerous directions and different angles. Even filled with 4, no-one would be spared the blissful wash of water.

Melody reaches out for the bottle of your shower gel with her left hand. Meanwhile she pushes your chest again.

“Turn round,” she tells you.