Soapy fun with Franzi

Steve finally felt he had the upper hand. "Come on, Franzi, I thought we were having a better morning than that today." He moved in for a kiss, which she welcomed warmly, her pulling him in, her breasts pushing into his chest, his cock hard against her abdomen.

He broke the kiss to continue, their foreheads together: "Let's get started. Yours is the grapefruit body wash, right?" He reached for a washcloth he knew to be Franzi's, and put some of the citrusy soap on it.

"Okay, fair," Franzi said, reaching for Steve's Chrome Zone brand lather.

Steve pulled Franzi's abdomen into closer contact with him as he pulled in her bottom, caressing it firmly with the washcloth. But Franzi appeared to have a sensual streak, squirting just a little soap onto her hand before caressing it onto Steve's back directly. Steve soon abandoned the washcloth to do the same with Franzi's breasts.

"Your nipples are still pretty firm," Steve remarked as he took them between his fingers. Franzi gasped.

"I've got a hard man pushing his penis against me and feeling up my body," she said. "What's not to like? I'll probably break out my vibrator a bit later to fantasise about it with a body-builder in your place."

Soap cascaded smoothly down Franzi's torso to where Steve's cock was pushing against her. He started gently rubbing it up and down her soapy body. Franzi looked to him with a smirk, and moved in to kiss him again, her tongue parting his lips.

Steve could not hold himself back. He spurted his white seed on Franzi's abdomen, and on his as her tongue twisted about his.

As Franzi parted, she stepped back slightly and gently grasped Steve's cock, washing it with soap. "I'm flattered that I have such an effect on you, Steve. As you know, I'm not really interested in having any sort of sexual relationship with you, but I'm glad you shared."

Steve couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Come on, Franzi. I masturbated you at the kitchen table, we're showering together, we french kiss, and now you're playing with my cock. In what way is this not a sexual relationship?"

Franzi gave Steve a guarded look. "Steve, I hope you aren't misreading the situation. We're just roommates. We let each other do our own thing, no boundaries required, and we keep up social niceties like kissing with tongue and touching each other's bodies in friendly ways. But though I sometimes I stroke your penis, that doesn't mean that I want your penis inside me. Okay?"

Steve smiled, and chuckled gently. This was bonkers, but he could deal. "Okay Franzi, no worries. Whatever you say. I won't read more into it than that."

"Okay," said Franzi, smiling but still a bit guarded. "I'm just glad that we were already in the shower when you came on me: that saves some time. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to wash your semen off of my abdomen myself." She stepped away from Steve and turned towards the shower spray.

Steve was at a loss for what to do momentarily, before he realised that he was still perfectly okay to come into close contact with Franzi. His libido sated, he still took some pleasure in moving in to press his softening member against her butt, and reached around to gently fondle her breasts. Franzi just quietly hummed as she kept washing her belly.