Showering Start

No matter what life throws in my way, I want to do it with a clear head and a clean state of being. I stretch my hands out above me and yawn once more before pulling the sheets aside and stepping out of bed, only to find myself reaching absentmindedly at my head to scratch, quickly being reminded of the dried cum clinging hard in my hair. I let out a sigh before reaching for a pair of pink slippers out from under the bed. I casually make my way to the bathroom, and turn on the light, finding myself with a nasty case of bed=head, made worse by the sticky substance gluing it into odd shapes. Only then, as I looked around, did the realization that the showers were downstairs hit me.

Still, I decide, there’s not much of a point of getting dressed, only to have to disrobe once I get downstairs, or at least, so I reasoned wryly. As I make my way to the door, I grab a towel to drape myself in, which I place around my body, tying a knot in front of my boobs to hold it in place. Hoping that would be enough to hold it till I can hit the showers, I grab my pink loofah, a small pump bottle of shower soap, and a bottle of shampoo.

Confident now I was ready to leave my condo, I walked to the door and made sure it was locked before pulling it shut behind myself. Thankfully, the ghost seemed clear at the moment, as I made my way to the lift, hitting the down arrow and turning to wait. It's not long before I hear the bell chime to tell me it arrived, though I sigh when I see it's the one across the hall that answered rather than the one I'm standing by. About the only good advantage to living on the top floor, is the fact no one can get on before it comes back down to my floor.

I get into the waiting car and hit the 'one' button for the ground floor, where the showers are. I wonder how busy the shower will be at this time of day, and if I will have to share the elevator car on the way down with anyone.