| Part I |
| What the? Gina looked at her watch when she heard the door slamming. Where the hell was Dan? He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Knowing him, he was probably out getting drunk with his buddies on the money she earned. Asshole! Meanwhile, she was stuck here where she shouldn't be. She heard the rumble of obscentities approach the room she was in. Oh lord! she searched frantically for a hiding place until she could figure out how the hell she was gonna get out of here without him noticing. She scurried into the closet at the opposite end of the master bathroom and softly closed the door. He strode barefoot into the bathroom. She pushed the sliding door slightly aside as she peeked out to find the magnificent creature slowly peeling away the day's outer layer. He languidly slid his hand up around his throat resting it upon the nape of his neck. She watched the long beautiful fingers soothe the tense muscle. Oh the things he could with those she imagined. He exhausted a frustrated sigh. His fingers linked and pressed outward and upward toward the ceiling. Dear lord! Look at those muscles! She quickly fanned herself so as not to miss another minute of the show unfolding before her. He continued his routine unaware of his audience. He made his way toward the shower and reached in; twisting the knob to adjust the temperature. He closed the door and waited for the temperature to surface. He leaned against the door slicing his fingers through his dark curls;his sparkling brown eyes hidden by the day's frustration. Feeling the heat against the door, he jerked slightly and removed the remaining layers of clothing from his body. Lord have mercy! she admired as she caught a slight glimpse of his appendage before he entered the shower. The water cascaded over his flawless mocha skin. He stood under the pulsating jets just letting the water pound into his aching muscles affording her the luxury of a full frontal view of the perfection that was. She grasped the collar of her blouse stifling the sounds engaging her vocal cords. Not that he'd hear just yet anyway as she watched his head drift under the jets. He turned to reach for the shampoo. |
| How much more perfect could this man get? Damn! She just wanted to reach out and grab that scrumptious little butt just begging for a woman's touch as he reached for the bottle. His fingertips disappeared as he massaged the rich white foam into his moistened locks. He eased back under the continuous stream; ridding him of yet another layer of the day's stress. His eyes popped open and for the slightest moment she could have sworn she had been caught but that was impossible. She was taking the utmost care in making sure she didn't yet at the same time her body grew warm with desire at the thought of what she'd like to happen if he did Oh the possibilities! she smiled. In her moment's pondering he had reached for the soap. He ran the bar over his extended arm thoroughly before bringing it over his shoulder and dropping down onto his chest. He lingered there; a soft smile playing upon his full, luscious lips. What brought that on? she wondered. Maybe something triggered making him realize that his day hadn't been so bad after all. He slid the bar down over the ridges of his toned chest,over the rock hard abs and slowly heading for that heavenly piece of artwork God had gifted him with before drawing the soap upward. Fucking tease! Oh wait a minute! He didn't know that she was there but he may as well have for the show he was giving her. The temperature continued to rise at her center as he continued. It had been too long since she'd had a "good" man and Dayum this man was good to himself. He repeated his actions on the opposite side of his body; muscles rippling under a mask of glowing suds as the soap once again gravitated toward his masculinity. Why won't he go there? Why won't he touch himself? she screamed inside as he ran the bar over his lean, muscular thigh and all the way down. This is so not fair! as he moved onto the other side repeating his actions. He lathered up his hands and placed the bar in the dish. Her eyes widened hopefully and she was not disappointed as he guided the cleansing mixture over his length. She had sought out the center of her pleasure as her eyes seized the moment to carry her away from her everyday worries; seeking the pleasure of his body in her mind. The thought of being pressed against his warm, solid flesh; both bodies dripping wet. She being the reason for stirring the sensation in his lower extremities. She exhausted a breath as she dropped her head forward and returned to the irredescent shimmer of bubbles drifting carelessly down the length of his back and through the crack of that perfect ass of his now in her line of view. |
| As the last of the soap bubbles trailed down the drain, he stepped out of the shower; his strong, supple body glistening under the glow of the heat lamp. The soft white layer of cotton cinched around his waist only helped accentuate the radiance of his beautiful skin. As she watched the muscles of his arms flex as he towel dried his hair, she stuffed her fist in her mouth in order to stifle the sounds escaping from her throat. Her hand slamming against the doorframe in an attempt to regain herself wasn't as easily disguisable. Her eyes widened in horror as the realization struck her that he could very well hear anything and everything now. He didn't approach the closet directly; which was in her favor after all. She found her way behind a wall of clothes. She caught one last glimpse of his magnificent form as he investigated the inside of the closet. She thought for sure he would find her but she was safe. For now. |
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