Deep Clean

Robin pulled Viola's hand softly, closing the hall bathroom door after her entrance and locking it as was usual. The soft click of the lock was loud in the room, and Viola realized exactly how close he was. He had locked the door. He moved away from her towards the small cubicle that sat at one end of the room. His hands spun the dials as she remembered him doing from previous nights. She caught herself snickering a bit at the shower rack that looked hotglued into the small space. Numerous bottles on it that she didn't recognize, but nothing looked particularly expensive. Looked like a typical shared family bathroom. Ok, she glanced about, noting the second door that was also closed.

She gingerly opened it, and peeked through seeing the interior of Robin's room, and her own window beyond. She also noted the bed, which, while unmade, looked incredibly inviting. Viola smiled to herself, and another thrill of the moment ran through her as she listened to the sound of the hot water pouring down behind herself. She glanced at the mirror that was beginning to fog and took a deep breath. She steadied herself, her hands on the counter Ok, Viola, this is what you want isn't it...

Robin felt the heat of the cascading water again, and he turned to take in Viola's nude body, her hands on the counter and her gorgeous ass reminding him of how she had looked, that night. He reached out his now damp hand, and stroked it softly across the back of Viola's shoulders. At the touch she couldn't help but press herself back and watch him in the mirror. His arm continued the motion, as he settled it around her shoulders. Viola groaned as he pulled her into a soft embrace, leading her backwards slowly towards the cascading water.

The first touch of the warm water on them both was a welcome relief from the heat and fatigue of the day, and Viola felt a moan escape her lips as she turned to press herself fully against Robin in the small space. Robin gently released one hand and tugged on the shower curtain, pulling it closed.

"Sorry, just... I hate to get too much water on the floor." He mumbled apologetically before once again bringing his arm down around Viola.

He's touching me, Viola's mind suddenly screamed at her as Robin's body pressed against her. She groaned at the thought, ignoring his... what... whatever he wanted to talk about. He's here, and he's all yours. It doesn't matter that he's got a girlfriend, that he's got kids. He wants you and... oh god it feels bigger than it looks, Viola grumbled as she felt Robin's hands beginning to move on her. What is he up to now?

"So, do you want to turn around so I can get your back?" Robin inquired softly against Viola's ear. She was still in bliss as he held her, and didn't want this to end. It felt so good, so right to be in his arms.

"Sure... sure..." Viola tried to purr but it came out as a bit of a stammer. Robin pushed back gently, his back pressing into the ceramic of the cubicle, and allowing her the space to slowly rotate and bring her beautiful ass into his view again. Robin quickly busied himself spritzing a small dollop of soap onto a small washcloth which was a momentary lean away. That was one thing he would have to remind himself to thank Lauren for. He had never been really great about the washcloths, and now, as he applied his hand carefully to Viola's back, he was thankful she wanted them around.

Viola rolled her head as the worn cloth roamed over her back, across the sore and aching parts. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his free hand came around to softly grip her hip.

"That feels really good," Viola complimented him with a smile over her shoulder. Really good was actually a bit of an understatement. She was still surprised how long this was taking. His hand continued to move the cloth across her back, slightly rough, but leaving that pleasant feel of soap and running water. She expected him to stop when he reached the small of her back, but then the cloth began to move lower.

She purred with delight as he moved, feeling the touch of his lips against the small of her back. Wait, was he moving down? She glanced back, and noted that he had lowered himself slowly and was using the hand on her hip to steady himself as he began to move the washcloth down the outside of each of her aching legs in turn.

"Careful, my calves are a little sore," Viola murmured as his hand stroked along it, squeezing gently. It was such a treat to feel the fatigue being massaged out, combined with a nice clean. Damn it, he really knew what he was doing, she reflected, as the cloth began to move up again, along the inside of her thighs.

Robin was adoring how Viola was purring against his touches. There was no doubt whatsoever that she was enjoying this. He guided his hand up the inside of her thigh, and despite the warmth of the water, her body had a heat that was impossible to ignore. His finger slipped off of the cloth, and the soft stroke of his fingers along the flesh of her inner thigh brought a moan to her lips and a swallow of anticipation to his.

"Keep going..." Viola pushed her legs apart slightly, encouraging him as he continued to move, dropping the cloth to the floor along with all pretext of cleaning her. His lips found the small of her back again as his hand moved to gently cup her aching pussy. He found her as wet as he expected, and not just from the pouring water.

Viola felt her knees shudder as his hand pressed against her intimately. YES... her body seemed to scream at her as his touch brought a warm glow through her. Fuck, Viola realized as his lips began to kiss up her back and his hand made soft but incredibly pleasurable motions, he's going to make me come already. He's so fucking GOOD at this...

Robin's finger drifted up and down gently along Viola's soaked cleft as his lips found the small of her neck. His lips continued to move along her shoulder and found the perfect spot where he could easily pull the skin into his mouth. He sucked hard on her neck, bringing the expected gasp from Viola as his finger slipped into her vagina.

The feeling of penetration was incredible. It wasn't his cock, but it was HIM... OH god, Viola gasped as the soft pain of his lips on her neck brought a shiver through her body. His finger... oh god, now it's two... they were moving perfectly. Her hand moved down to feel as where he penetrated her as she leaned heavily on the wall of the shower. The first wave of the orgasm hit her almost by surprise as she gasped against the wall, his lips still on her neck and his fingers still pumping into her pussy from behind.

"Fuck... me..." Viola moaned, arching her hips back at him. It was right, it was now. She wanted it, and he was here, he was ready. His lips came away from her neck and he moved them to her ear. He slipped his hand free of her and gently wrapped it around her stomach, bringing his erection to her outer thigh, so she could feel him fully.

"Vee, the bed's better..." He gestured, and Viola nodded eagerly in a semi-concious blur as she felt the first touch of the towel and the sound of the shower ceasing.