Send her to clean up

“You're a mess, Miss Miller.” It wasn't really fair to blame Alison for the cum dribbling from her face onto her naked body. I was the one, after all, that had just sprayed her with a full load of white spunk. “Go wash up. Be sure to get that little kitty of yours nice and clean.”

“Yes Sir.” Alison's self-satisfied grin a sure sign that she got exactly what she wanted when she stretched out naked on the couch. “I'll do my best, Mr. Patterson.” She covers her smiling mouth with her fingers as she turns back to add one final jab. “You might have to inspect it to make sure I do a good job.”

“Trust me, Miss Miller,” I swing my hand hard towards her bum making her jump forward to avoid being slapped. “I'll check every nook and cranny...” The idea of running my hands over her young, toned body made my spent cock twitch in anticipation. The pills I'd been taking really did seem to be having an effect, although the weeklong teasing certainly must be a factor too.

I watch her pretty ass scamper up the stairway with a grin on my face. Damn that is one good-looking young woman. While she heads into her bathroom, I kick off my shoes and pants and head for the medicine cabinet to pop another of the pills wearing just a polo, my boxers and a pair of white socks. The dosing recommendations on the bottle warn against this kind of use, but I've read enough anecdotal accounts on the internet that suggest that this is not an uncommon way that people use these pills. It might be a little risky, but the upside seems worth the risk.

I pause briefly outside the bathroom door when I hear the shower running. It is not in my nature to go charging in on anyone while they are showering, but today I push open the door with only the slightest hesitation. Judging by the smile Alison has on her face, Alison has been expecting me. I take in the way the water is running over her young body watching the rivulets flow over the swell of her belly and down into the valley between her soft thighs.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, is it time for my inspection?” Her doe eyes blink innocently up at me as I close the distance between us. I'm not sure if it's the lack of make-up or how she has her hair up, or maybe even the way she's acting, but she looks even younger than her 19 years. She really could be one of my old high school students.

“I'll take that Miss Miller.” With one hand I pull the shower head out of her hand while with the other I grip her above the elbow and turn her towards the tiled wall. “Spread those sweet legs of yours, girl.” I growl. “I told you I was going to check out every one of your little crevices.”

“Your clothes!?!” Alison is clearly not expecting you to step into the shower with her. I pause long enough to replace the shower head in its holder aiming the stream down onto her shoulders. Even though most of the flow misses me, it does not take long before I are as soaked as her.

I probably look ridiculous with the soaked clothing and the way my boxers are tented out, but I'm far more interested in exploring Alison's slick body than in stripping off the rest of my clothes.