Couple's shower

I set Bridget down in the tub as I turned the spigot. A blast of cold water hits us at first causing Bridget to jump as she tossed her arms around me. Goosebumps covered our flesh as out bodies rubbed against one another. When the water started to heat up, Bridget looked up at me from my chest as I held her waist and smiled flirtatiously at me. I grinned back at her then leaned further in for a passionate kiss. Steam filled up the room as her hands kneaded my shoulders and my buttocks while mine slid up and down her back and in her hair. Bridget reached for a tube of shampoo off my shower rack and poured some of it in my hair. Her fingers foamed up on top of my head as warm water cascaded down our naked bodies. I closed my eyes and lowered myself so she could get further into my scalp. I started kissing her again, then lowered myself to kiss her neck, her collarbones, her decolletage, her stomach, and other places lower than that. Once Bridget had washed up my hair I reached to the side of the tub to grab a bar of soap and a rag. I lathered up the damp cloth and started scrubbing her legs and thighs. I then worked my way upward wiping up her back, her sides, and her breasts. As we took turns cleaning each other up, I became as hard as a rock and decided to kick things up a notch. Grabbing Bridget by the hips, I lifted her up against the shower wall and plunged my pole deep inside her as she clung to me. I maintained a steady rhythm as I embraced her body. Shower sex was difficult to do without tripping...but it was totally worth it.

When we finally finished up, we climbed out of the shower together and grabbed a towel for each of us off my rack. As we dried each other off, we discussed today's plans: "So I suppose I will be heading to class first, then the gymnasium, get undressed, then head out to the football field for my execution. Is that correct?" I listed out the itinerary as I dried off her hair.

Bridget wiped down my chest, "It's not an 'execution' darling, it's an extension. Don't be so over dramatic. Oh, and don't forget you have that meeting with the Dean after all of that."

I sighed, "I wonder what fresh hell she has prepared for me this time."

"It could be something good, you have made her so happy with all your...volunteer work." She laughed as she wrapped a sea-foam green-colored towel around my waist.

"The Dean seems to think I'm having fun while I embarrass myself. Does she really not see how humiliated I get whenever I am naked in public or does she simply not care?"

"The answer is 'yes'" Bridget giggled while I played with her breasts. I never fancied myself as some sort of deviant when it comes to sex but something about Bridget really brought out the animal in me whenever we went to town on each other. Even better, she seemed to prefer it whenever I act a little naughty.

Wrapping her midsection in a light blue towel, I leaned in and kissed her again. "Ah yes, there is another silver lining." She stated.

I raised an eyebrow, "And what is that?"

"The volleyball team arranged for you to have a locker remember? As reparations for knocking you out with a volleyball. You best talk with them on where it is now that your gig is ongoing. I imagine you will have to speak with them anyway to get back those drawers you got from Ingrid."

My face flushed thinking about all those incidents with the volleyball team. My God did I humiliate myself in front of them. Though I was grateful that they generously procured me a locker after the my injury I still kept thinking about how they carried me off to the car while I was completely naked, or when I gave them back there ball, or...I shook off those embarrassing thoughts. For once in my life, I tried to think positive. Sure I wish my time as a nude model wasn't being prolonged but having a locker should lessen that humiliation. The girls even mentioned I could grab a shower afterwards. I tend to get dirty walking barefoot out on the field. I took I deep cleansing breath and focused on how sexy Bridget looked in nothing but a towel right now. That certainly helped diminish the weight of unfavorable memories.

As soon as we exited the bathroom together, there was a loud knock at my door. We looked to one another. I wasn't expecting anybody. Wearing only my towel around my waist I walked over to the door and opened it slightly to see who was on the other end.