She will shower first.

“If you don’t mind,” Sara says cheerfully, “I think that I’ll take a shower first.”

“Go ahead,” I reply, “but I think that you might have to wait for the power to come back on.”

Sara sighs and says, “That’s right, I had forgotten about that already. Well, I hope it comes back soon.”

Two seconds after she said that, the lights and television both flicker to life. She looks at me and laughs, “Quite good service you have out here.”

Sara grabs a towel from the linen closet and walks into the bathroom. I turn on the stove and start to get the coffee ready. The television has reporters all over the region looking at the damage the storm did. Nothing major, but it’s going to inconvenience some people for a while.

I hear the shower running and can’t help but think of Sara as she bathes. Her lips parting in a slight gasp when the water first touches her lovely form. She holds her head back, letting the water pour over her hair and caress every inch of her fantastic body. She takes the soap and begins to rub it all over herself…

The sound of coffee percolating on the stove forces me back to reality. I turn the heat down and pour myself a cup. I just finish drinking it when Sara steps out of the bathroom. “It’s all yours. Thanks for making coffee.”

I step into the bathroom and I am immediately lost in a sea of senses. The humid air is thick with her scent. The sink is still warm from her touch. I get undressed and step into the shower. The warm water flows over me like a lover’s touch. My arousal becomes like a film on my skin, but the more I rub the worse it gets. I begin to even wonder if I will be able to control the feeling when I get out of the shower.

All this time, images of Sara have been racing through my head; Sara as she came into my office, Sara in my arms, Sara as she showers. My desire is becoming almost more than I can bear. I’m afraid that if I don’t do something I’m going to embarrass myself, and probably Sara, in someway.