Take a Shower and Get Ready for Bed

You decide that your night has been productive enough; there’s no need to do anything else tonight except a nice hot shower and then try to catch up on your sleep. You try to remember if you have anything scheduled tomorrow, hoping that you will have a day to just take it easy in your civilian identity.

You make your way through your condo and enter your bedroom, your boots barely even making a sound as you cross the hardwood floors. You sit down on the edge of your bed and peel off your “hero” boots, wiggling your toes slipping out of your athletic socks as your feet are freed. You take a moment to rub your feet, massaging the arches before standing up and removing your Sparrowhawk costume. The suit was designed, originally, as a specialized drysuit by one of your father’s businesses; you’ve modified it extensively since then and had a few of your fellow superheroes take a look at the basic designs. It can resist almost any kind of cutting **** and dampens most kinetic impacts; it won’t stop a bullet but it’s lightweight, breathes well and allows for maximum flexibility.

At the end of a long night of crimefighting, however, you’re just happy to get it off of your body. You peel the clinging fabric away, slipping your arms out of the sleeves and then bunching the material in your hands before pulling it down over your hips and rounded butt. You step out of the costume and leave it, for the moment, lying on the floor at the foot of your bed. There will be plenty of time to get it in the laundry once you’re done with your shower.

You walk to the bathroom and start the water running; you want it nice and hot by the time you’re ready to get in. Stepping in front of the bathroom mirror, you inspect your body, checking for any bruises that will need explanation or any other signs that might indicate of your secret life. You do a slow turn and smile; there’s nothing noteworthy tonight but then you didn’t have to fight any supervillains tonight.

You slide off your panties and throw them into the bathroom hamper. Already a thick cloud of warm steam has begun to fill the bathroom. You open the glass door and step into the shower, relaxing as the flow of water hits your bare skin. Relaxing in the shower, you pick up the soap and begin to lather up your body. The foamy suds feel amazing and you close your eyes for a moment, rubbing the bar of soap across your breasts and over your shoulders.

Cupping your breasts for a moment, you hold the bar of soap between them. You close your eyes and smile to yourself dreamily, feeling your nipples harden under your palms. You lean back into the spray, the hot water streaming through your long hair. You take the soap in hand again and, with your eyes still shut, slide the slippery bar down each of your arms.

Your body starts to tingle in the places where the soap has touched, but you ignore that for the moment, instead concentrating on the herbal aroma wafting off of the soap. You realize that it’s not your usual soap and open your eyes to inspect it. When you do, you realize that the soap isn’t washing away with the water; it’s leaving a thin amber film on your skin that continues to tingle and to spread.

Throwing down the soap, you stumble naked out of the shower, water dripping from your body. The amber film is creeping up your arms now at the same rate that it oozes down your body, making you tingle and go numb in every place where the strange gel touches you. You need to get to your belt and use something, maybe one of your lasers, to get this stuff off of your body.

You gasp inadvertently as the amber goo crawls across your pussy, the tingling numbness replaced by a deeply pleasurable pulsing that wraps your whole upper body. You stumble and fall, just a few feet from your bed and your belt as the “soap” continues to wrap your body, squeezing you and pulling you into a massaging cocoon.

Struggling on the floor, you try to fight your way back up to your feet, but the golden jelly that is somehow expertly massaging your sex makes it almost impossible to concentrate. The slippery ooze slides between your butt cheeks and swirls, almost like a tongue, around your tight ass. You see stars for a moment and collapse again on the hardwood floor. It’s too much stimulation to resist and you just thrash helplessly, arms pulled against your sides and legs being bound together by more of the strange substance.

Dimly, you’re aware of the material inching it’s way up your neck and for an instant you think that it feels like the kisses of a lover. When the gel coats your chin and oozes up across your lips, you open you mouth instinctively. Your eyes remain open as the amber film, like a second skin, coats your head. You moan helplessly as your overwhelmed mind fades into the amber-tinted light.