You're All Washed Up

We make it back to her apartment, and I’m about to keel over from exhaustion. Wheezing the last bit of life I have left out of my tortured lungs as I pull myself up the railing on the stairs, my legs not being able to help much anymore.

“Wheeze… You do this, HNG!... Every day? Gasp… HNG!” I ask, maintaining my manly pride despite what everyone else says. You weren't there! Don't act like you know!

“Every other day. Gotta let the muscles recover. You did really good though! Seriously, I was impressed you went as far as you did for your first time” She responds without the slightest hint of being out of breath.

“Are you saying… HNG! Wheeze… We coulda taken… HNG! Gasp, wheeze… A shorter route?”

“We could have. But you were doing so well! And I got the feeling you wanted to keep going for as long as possible. So I took us on my normal route”

“God… HNG! Damn… HNG! It… Wheeze...”

I finally manage to haul myself up the last bit of stairs and we go straight to Sam’s place. I collapse on her couch to recover as she goes into the kitchen. I hear her doing something in there, but I’m too focused on not dying from muscle mutiny to notice exactly what. Somewhere between a couple minutes and a bazillion hours later, pain and time have a weird affect on the senses when mixed, my breathing is now under control and I can feel my legs again. The mutiny has been quelled, so it would seem... For now. Sam returns not long after with two glasses of something in her hands, offering one to me.

“Here, drink up” she says.

“Whazzat?” I respond intelligently.

“Protein shake. It’ll help your muscles recover and build themselves up. Post workout’s the best time for it. Just don’t drink it too quickly.”

I take the offered beverage gratefully and start gulping it down, then slow my pace after she gives me a glare. A bit gritty, but not bad. Chocolate flavored too. Sam drinks one herself as well before asking,

“Feel better?”

“I do, thanks” I respond.

“Now that you’ve gotten a taste, still wanna keep running with me?”

I gulp down the last of my shake and stare at her a moment, giving her the best stink eye I could muster. She laughs and says,

“Oh come on! It wasn’t that bad! You only mostly died. But if it helps, I promise I’ll take you on an easier path next time”

She maintains her playful smile, but I notice a touch of nervousness in her voice. There was really no decision for me to make here, the possibilities the app gave were too great to turn down her offer, but Sam didn’t know that. So why was she nervous? I drop the stink eye and give way to a gentle smile before responding lazily,

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

“Yes! Personal trainer experience here I come! No take backs! You’re in for the long haul now! By the time I’m done with you, you’ll make Superman jealous!” She declares with a surplus of enthusiasm, causing her to bounce again. Her lack of a bra makes this very evident.

Ah. So that’s what she was worried about. Makes sense. For a moment I though it might’ve been something else.

“Why do I feel like I’ve made a grave mistake?” I ask.

“Because you have. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta take a shower.” She responds.

I nod as she wanders off to the bathroom and let my body finish recovering. A minute later I hear the water turn on and I get an idea. “I Come in Peace” makes her comfortable with me being around her, right? Does that include when she’s knowingly in a **** situation? Like taking a shower for example. I have to think this through carefully; if this backfires, it could ruin our friendship. At least until I find something in the app that makes her cool with being watched while in the shower. But “I Come in Peace” should work for that, specifically for me at least. I have to try. I haul myself up, cowling the protests of my weary limbs into submission as I do, and go over to the bathroom. I hesitate for a moment before knocking.

“H-hey Sam, do you mind if I come in?” I ask, uncertain.

“What?” She yells back over the sound of running water.

“I said, do you mind if I come in?” I ask again, louder this time.

“You need to use the bathroom?” She asks in return.

Not the reaction I expected, but now that I think of it, I could go.

“Yeah. Do you mind?”

“Sure, feel free.”

Holy crap this was happening. I open the door and step in. I’m immediately hit with the humid air as steam from her hot shower has filled the small room. The curtain to her shower is drawn, shielding everything but her silhouette from my view. I thank her and proceed to take care of my business.

After a minute of excruciating awkwardness, her presence was not helping with what I was doing, I finally finish and flush. After washing my hands, I change the Camera Vogue option back over to Acceptance, steel my resolve and get close to the shower before saying,

“Could you do me a really huge favor?”

“Depends on the favor” She responds.

“Could I pull the curtain back a bit and film you?”

I tried to play into the “Camera Vogue” feature so I wouldn’t be relying on the vagueness of “I Come in Peace” to see me through this. I close my eyes in anticipation of backlash before I hear her say,

“Oh. Didn’t know that was something you wanted. Knock yourself out.” As if it were the most mundane request there is.

… I really need to stop doubting this app, it’s bad for my heart. I thank her as I fumble with my phone and draw the curtain back a tad. There she stands, in her full, naked glory. The tatters of her previous outfit left forgotten on the floor. The water from the shower making her gorgeous frame glisten and sparkle from the reflected light. She wasn’t covering herself at all, both hands massaging shampoo into her hair.

She stared at me with an innocent smile, her big and beautiful tatas facing directly at me. Teardrop shaped but remarkably firm for their size, her puffy pink nipples pointing forward, as if eager to be seen. Continuing down, her tight and toned midriff curved inward slightly, giving her a subtle, but distinct hourglass shape to her figure as her hips flared out just a touch. My gaze continues downward as it takes in the shear majesty of her shapely legs that go on for miles. Just the right combination of toned and juicy. A perfect harmony of muscle and elegance. Her pale skin, dotted with freckles in key locations, perfectly smooth and free of any blemishes. All showcased in her beautiful glistening state.

I almost forgot what I was doing as I took in her naked form, shaking myself back to reality and hit record. Her body language instantly changes. She went from utility, everyday cleaning motions to evocative and sensual cleaning motions. Her hands slow their scrubbing and wander over her body. Rubbing herself as they travel. Her hips cock back and forth, slowly. After another minute, she turns her back towards the shower head and arches backwards, her tits pointing upward, one leg bent with the other straight, her eyes close and mouth agape as the shampoo rinses from her hair. Coincidentally, my mouth is also agape and without realizing it, I mutter.

“Beautiful.”

She blushes slightly. At least, I think she does? It’s hard to tell with the hot water. But she smiles as she continues her seductive motions, lathering herself with her body wash and rubbing it in with great attention to detail. Especially on her chest and seat area, displaying both prominently for the camera when their turn came. Her pointed nipples extended even further than before, reacting to the stimuli her hands were providing. Her face slowly becoming flush as she “cleaned” her nether region. Her breathing slowed and she let out subtle mewling’s as she continued. I got as close as I could without risking my phone getting wet.

Before too much longer, her shower finally came to an end, and I put my phone away after almost forgetting to end the recording. She returns to her usual posture and movements as she dries herself off. Even without the camera pointing at her, she still doesn’t object to me being there. I’d call that a successful test run for “I Come in Peace”. I thank her for all her help today and we make plans for our next run before I show myself out.