Ben stood in the shower and sighed contentedly. Billows of steam rose as he lathered his hair with shampoo, then rinsed it out. The water felt great, and he stood there for a few minutes longer to enjoy it.
He turned off the water, then reached out and got his towel. He dried himself off as much as he could then wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked back into the bedroom.
Once he got in there, he was about to get dressed when a figure stepped out of a hiding spot. "I wondered when you'd get out." She said. Ben jumped a bit in surprise, staring at her.
She was quite beautiful; wearing a white silk robe, that implied nothing was on underneath. Her face was stunning; her makeup was perfect as she licked her rosy red lips, sizing him up as she walked up to him.
He wondered briefly how she'd gotten in, how long she'd been there. He was sure he'd locked all his doors.
"I'm Michelle. You won't be needing this," she said, pulling his towel off and letting it fall to the floor. "Lay down on the bed," she told him. Ben complied, enraptured by her beauty. She took out a pair of silk scarves, tying his wrists to the bedposts. Then she undid her robe, letting it fall and letting Ben drink in the sight of her naked body for a few moments, admiring her perfectly rounded breasts. Her jet black hair covered her head like a hood. Her piercing green eyes sparkled. She then tied his ankles to the bed and climbed on top of him. He shivered as her hard nipples caressed his skin lightly, straining a bit against the bonds.
