From the Idle hands Thomas Alan Belenger
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It's so hot and muggy out. He felt so nasty with the sweat running down his back. He wants to go to the bathroom for a nice cool shower. He grabs his towel from his room and walks into the bathroom. He's hit with a billow of steam someone is already in here. He could tell by the smell of fresh scented body wash it was her. She must have had the same idea. He backed out the door as quietly possible.
"Hey is someone out there?" her voice is angel music. Why does her voice sound like velvet to his ears?
"Yeah, it's me. Please don't scream" She lets out a plume of steam peeking out from behind the curtain. It smells like fresh spring. She smiles and he melts.
"I won't if you could come over here and wash my back." he sees a smile grow on her face. He had never seen her naked before. Even the time they had been together but the occasion didn't call for nudity, Just raw primal energy. Then never came up again. He told himself it never felt appropriate. She had to set the time and the place for such things, or so she said. Walking over to the shower he took the wash-cloth from her. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered. She slipped her hair over her Shoulder. Her long dark hair is so beautiful. She turns for a quick glance "You know, you can come in here with me?" he wasn't sure what to do. His heart started to race in his chest. He looks at the face peeking out from behind the curtain and her eyes reassured him. The way she looked at him tugged at his primal side.