Shower

I decided that I needed a shower. "I probably should take a shower," I replied.

Danielle nodded. "That's fine. Let me show you where it is," she said, taking my suitcase, and being careful to keep her towel tied on.

As I followed her into the beach house, I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked clad in only that towel. In high school, I had a crush on and had fantasies involving her older sister, Rebecca, but Danielle had certainly grown up into a fine young woman. I envied her husband. She was probably good in bed.

"Here's the bathroom," she told me and opened the door. I walked in. It wasn't until I had taken off my shirt that I noticed that Danielle hadn't left. In fact...

"I thought you said you had taken a shower," I said suspiciously.

I could see that her hair was far from wet. She smiled sheepishly.

"Well, I was about to. Do you mind if I join you?" she asked.