So, in you come stomping your feet, yelping about how everything you just cleared is covered again and there is nobody in the room to pity you or voice words of appreciation. You stomp louder before taking off your boots. The sweaty sock stays in the boot and your foot hits the cold melted snow, just adding to your miserable moment of the morning. It could have been a nice day, but jo time was cut short by the weather and you have to follow a schedule.
You throw your hat on the counter where you know it doesn't belong and you head to the shower. Fully undressed with a trail of clothing strewn from the hallway to the tub, you crank up the hot water to treat yourself. Standing naked at the tubside with one leg up, ready to enter at the first puff of steam from the faucet, you hear a faint scuffling sound. You figure it's the shower curtain swaying in the breeze from the shower.
She notices you standing more still as the noise catches your ear. She stands still and holds her breath so she can surprise you. Still in your statue-like pose, she slides one hand so tenderly along the underside of your raised thigh. Careful not to touch anything too personal, her hand caresses you as far forward as her arm can reach before retracing her motions to come back to the bend of your ass and leg. Her other hand wraps around you to feel your chest. The scent of her tells you, without looking that it's her. Your hand lifts to connect with hers and you squeeze her forearm in acceptance of her presence. When your other hand lifts to stroke her hair, she takes advantage of your exposed self and she tracks her hand up and over your thigh towards your cock.
As much as she enjoyed standing behind you and seeing it hang between your legs, the event was arousing you both. With the room now full of steam, you can blame that for not seeing things too clearly.