With a smirk.

"You know, normally I'd call you a pig, or make a joke about men, but I think I'll just take that as a compliment." She smiled, edging past me to get the full **** of the spray.

As she brushed past me, her hip bumped into my cock for an instant, causing my heart to nearly stop. She drenched her hair under the shower, the water running down her back towards the tight twin teardrops of her ass. Helen rolled her head, allowing the hot water to flow over her, and let out a soft sigh.

She leaned down for a moment, retrieving a bottle of shampoo from the shower's shelf, and for an instant, I felt a strong urge to grasp those lovely hips in my hands and just take her. She straightened, and turned around, extending the bottle towards me.

"Want some?" She asked, pouring a dollop of the thick syrupy liquid into her hand.

"Thanks," I said, trying to look at her face and not at her luscious tits.

We both soaped our hair, scrubbing the scent of pine and sweat from us. I couldn't help but stare as she leaned back and I watched the soapy water stream down her body, over her breasts, her torso, and finally down her long shapely legs. When she had finished, she moved to the side to allow me to get to the showerhead.

I scooted past her, getting into the direct spray of water. As the water ran through my hair, I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the shower, and not the naked woman in there with me. I would like to think I would have succeeded, had Helen's hands not come down on my back.

"I wash your back, you get mine." She said quietly, her hands rubbing a bar of soap against me. I shivered slightly, despite the warm water, as her strong hands glided over my skin, wiping away the sweat and grime.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, her hands stroking my back. I shook my head, swallowing nervously. If anything, I didn't want her to stop, especially when her hands moved lower, to my waist.

I expected her to stop there, but was stunned when her palm cupped my butt, giving it a quick squeeze. I jumped slightly before settling in to the contact, letting her touch me.

"Nice." She murmured, before patting me on the back with her open hand. "My turn."

I intended to simply let her by, but as I turned so that she could move, she stumbled slightly on the wet tub. Her hands went to my shoulders to steady herself, and I grasped at her waist. As she leaned against me for balance, her breasts pressed into my chest, and my cock bumped against her outer thigh.

I could feel her hard nipples pressing against me, and I suddenly became very aware of her breathing, deep and slow. She paused for a moment, before stepping free of our embrace, back towards the front of the shower.

"Sorry." Was her nearly inaudible statement, as she once more turned her back to me. I immediately proceeded to apply the soap to her body, pretending like nothing had happened, despite the obvious physical evidence to the contrary.

I ran my hands over her shoulder blades, then along the soft bumps of her spine. She didn't shy away from the contact, merely turning her head to look over her shoulder, and shooting me a quick smirk. My hands reached her waist, and I momentarily lingered on the rough, discolored skin that formed her scar.

"Chafing dish." She shrugged, as she noticed me looking. "Hurt like hell too."

"I'm sorry." I apologized, rapidly moving my hand away.

"No." Her hand grasped mine, and pulled it back. "Don't be. I know it's ugly, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

I slid my hand over the puckered flesh, feeling the contours of her old injury. It must have hurt indeed, since it covered the entire portion of skin from her ribs to her hips. It was an old scar, and I could tell that in the past it had been much more violent in color.

"Thank you." I said, moving my hand back to wash her back again.

"For what?" She asked.

"For trusting me." I replied, moving my hands away from her. I had just finished with the small of her back.

"You're not done, are you?" She asked, her voice breathy.