Sandy

Sandy's heart pounds in her chest as she stands naked under the steamy spray of the shower, her skin slick with water. Her hands instinctively move to cover her most intimate areas, one arm across her perky breasts and the other hand hiding the neatly trimmed triangle between her thighs.

Her eyes widen as she stares at Steve, Connie's boyfriend, who is standing just outside the shower, his gaze unabashedly roaming over her wet body. He makes no effort to hide his admiration, his gaze hungrily taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Sandy's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, her embarrassment evident, but there's also a hint of something else in her eyes—a spark of excitement, perhaps even arousal. She bites her lower lip, trying to gather her composure.

Sandy's breath hitches as she realizes her fingers have unconsciously begun to dance around her clit. She looks down at Steve, his cock already hard and inviting, standing at attention as if waiting for her touch. The thought of Connie waiting outside the door, knowing what's about to happen, makes her blush deepen, but the excitement building inside her is undeniable.

"You know, Sandy, I've always wondered what you looked completely exposed," Steve says, his voice low and husky. He reaches out, his hand grazing her arm. Sandy gasps, her nipples hardening in response to his touch. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the desire in his eyes clear and unmistakable.

Steve's hands move confidently to Sandy's wrists, gently but firmly pulling her arms away from her body. She gasps as her hands are drawn away, exposing her pert breasts and the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her thighs. Her nipples harden further under his scrutiny, tingling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Steve leans in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispers, "I think it's time we found out who's really in control here." His hand slides down her arm, tracing a path to her hip, before pulling her closer to him. Sandy's breath catches in her throat as she feels his hardness pressed against her. She knows she should push him away, but the sensation of his touch is intoxicating, and her body responds eagerly to his advances.