I wish.

Watching him throw his head back, drenching his hair under the spray.

Red hair turning darker in the water.

Watching him run the soap across his body, as the suds run down his legs.

And I see him turn towards me.

Watching him drop the soap, as his hands move towards his cock.

I watch him touch himself.

Watching him, watching me, I breath hard into the steamy, hot air.

As he moves his hands up and down.

Watching him squeeze his eyes shut, as he gets closer to coming.

I stay where I am.

Always.

I wish.