A bath with a pleasant surprise

Chapter 10

The bathroom door's handle sticks just as Laura warned, requiring a specific combination of lift and twist that makes Sam feel like he's cracking a safe. When it finally gives way, the green-painted door swings open with a drawn-out creak that seems unnecessarily Gothic, even for this house.

The bathroom itself is a study in contrasts. Modern fixtures compete with ornate Art Nouveau tiles depicting water nymphs in various poses. The ceiling soars unexpectedly high, disappearing into shadows that the single wall sconce can't quite reach. A clawfoot tub dominates the space, with a more recently added shower head mounted above it. The whole room smells of expensive shampoo and something older, like dried roses.

Before Sam undresses, he turns around to lock the door. Only to find out that there is no lock! That is a little awkward. “Maybe Europeans have different standards for privacy” Sam thinks. “I hope nobody walks in on me, that would be so awkward.”

Sam turns the tap and the pipes shudder before releasing a stream of hot water. Steam begins to rise, fogging the tall mirror that spans one wall. As he steps into the tub, he notices small details: a collection of high-end hair products (probably Georgina's), a waterproof gaming console balanced on the soap dish (definitely Maria's), and a neatly folded stack of black towels that must belong to Lisa, given their pristine arrangement. On a shelf above the bath tub, between wide range of shampoos and soaps, Sam discovers a colourful range of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs. Clearly his housemates use this bathroom for more than cleaning themselves.

The water pressure is surprisingly good for an old house, and Sam feels the day's tension begin to melt away. Through the pipes, he can hear distant sounds of life: muffled music, footsteps, the occasional laugh. The steam transforms the bathroom into its own otherworldly space, the water nymphs on the tiles seeming to dance in the flickering light. He thinks of today’s experiences. The flight, the strange house, but mostly the girls and the simmering sexual tension that seems to linger in this house. Curiously he begins to examine the sex toys on display above him. They are all different shapes and sizes. He takes one that catches his eye: a cyan and pink object that looks like an octopus tentacle, covered in suction cups. He brings it to his nose to smell it, hoping he might catch a whiff of whoever used it last, but it smells clean and has the same floral scent as the entire bathroom. Slightly disappointed Sam holds the tentacle next to his erection to compare its size. It is slightly taller than his dick. At the top it is a little thinner but at the base it is a lot wider. Suddenly the suction cups on the tentacle grip onto his dick. Sam lets out a brief shriek. He did not expect the tentacle to start moving on its own, and he certainly did not expect it to attach to his dick. It feels good though.

Within seconds his dick has risen to a full erection. It seems to throb and pulsate in sync with the tentacle. Sam feels a strong pressure building in his penis and his prostate. A yearning to cum and squirt all the built up tension all over himself and the bath tub. But he also feels a desire to hold back, to stay in this blissful state of yearning. To think of Laura walking up the stairs, wiggling her butt in her tight jodhpur, of Sonia wearing those lycra leggings and gently brushing her butt against him, of Georgina bouncing on is lap at the dinner table and bouncing on that enormous dragon dildo in her room. The images in his head and the sensation of the tentacle sucking on his dick almost push him over the edge.