Still panting from our recent escapade, I rose gracefully and sauntered towards the bathroom. The ambient room light painted a sultry silhouette that I knew he wouldn’t resist. I deliberately left the door open, casting a teasing glance back at him to ensure he was watching. The hot steam from the shower began to fill the room, misting the mirror and creating a hazy ambiance.
As the warm water cascaded over me, it washed away the remains of our previous encounter, but the memories were far from washed away. I took a bar of soap, lathering it between my hands, and then began to slide my palms over the contours of my body. The soap made my skin slick, and I reveled in the sensuous feeling.
His eyes remained fixed on me, and I made sure to give him a show worth watching. I slowly massaged the suds over my breasts, my fingers delicately tracing the outline of my aroused nipples. The combination of warm water and the gentle, circular motions made them stand out even more prominently. With every subtle squeeze and pinch, a soft moan escaped my lips, making his gaze darken with renewed desire.
I let my hands travel lower, soap trailing down my abdomen and then to my thighs. I parted them slightly, ensuring he got a glimpse of the intimate area he had pleasured earlier. The feeling of the soft lather against my sensitive skin sent shivers…
