Shower in the morning

The next morning he awoke to her walking into his room in PT shorts from her service time and a tank top. Hair pulled back. Skin red hot from the run she had gone on. Her body was glistening from the sweat on her chest that was running down her cleavage. She smiled at him. “Good morning, sleepy head!”

“What time is it?” he grumbled.

“Time for you to get your butt out of bed, lad! We have places to go. Things to see. I want to go check out the Asian food market and you can show me your world.” Doe was staying in the bed and she suspected the cause with ease. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

Doe’s expression showed ever so briefly what his mind was considering. John’s toned body already glistening then to be wet in his shower, running her hands over her body with the soap. He wanted to say it was fine as long as he could join but then he thought about watching as well. She would not let him join but John was just crass enough to let him watch.

“No, John, you can not use my shower to rub all over yourself…. Pfft. Of course you can. Go on and be sexy in MY shower without me.”

Trying to be courteous she offered him the bathroom before taking a shower. He denied which surprised her. Then made her wonder what he was going to do to start this morning off. Maybe he had a camera in his bathroom on the shower. You just never know with some people. Maybe he was going to take the few minutes to watch something to assist with his timber to be fallen. Or maybe, thought John, he is going to jerk off to me. Either way. She headed into the bathroom, undressed, and inspected the different water faucet handle. Finally, she got the water to a decent temperature and stepped in. “Dang it” she muttered., “Doe!”

What was this about he wondered. Could it be she wanted me to join her? Surely not. He called back to her, “Yesssss?” no answer. Hopefully she was ok. She called his name again and he repeated his reply back.

“Open the door I can not hear you.”

Seriously? He thought. This can not be serious. He opened the bathroom door, looked boldly up to meet the silhouette of her small frame past the frosted glass door. “Did you call?”

“Aye, it just occurred to me I might require a drying device. Will you grab the towel out of my bag, dear?”

Still watching her form now as she was seeming to soap up and down her legs, “I have towels you know.”

“Well I would hope so but no offense, I am allergic to some detergents and was not sure what you used so I brought my own for consideration of staying at a hotel.” He adjusted the band of his boxers, turning to her bag and unzipping it. He could not resist the thought of seeing her in these panties and bras that were now displayed for him. Grabbing the towel he returned to the bathroom, stepping into the doorway and looking at her through the glass. Her hands were planted on the wall of the shower, head hanging down in the water. His erection throbbed in his shorts and he realized he needed to take care of It before she got out. The water turned off and he was standing there with her towel still. Then she climbed out, grabbed the towel, thanking him and wrapped it around her. So nonchalantly that he hardly registered it was real. For two brief seconds he had witnessed his friend from head to toe. He wanted to read the tattoos. Look more closely at the scars. He followed her with his eyes, his cock like a compass arrow pointing North. And then she was dressed again.

“You going to shower?” she asked him, “I’m sure there is plenty of cold water.” Doe did need a cold shower. He needed to ram himself into her again and again but he could not. It did not occur to him that she would be in the bathroom as he showered himself. She brushed her teeth and hair, eyes never leaving the shadowed image of his erection. Watching him fondle himself. She was in the doorway when he pushed one hand to the wall and sent his seed down the drain. Then quietly excused herself to the room before he could step out.