Stepping into the shower, I gasped as the hot, steamy water sprayed my back. My body ached; this cold was taking its toll on me. I hoped the shower would offer some relief for my tired muscles. I needed to relax and get some sleep.
I stood there, letting the water pelt against my back, turning slowly, and enjoying the gentle massage on my body. I began singing to the CD I had playing in the background. Not very well, but I was sure Guns and Roses wouldnβt mind. Belting out the lyrics to November Rain, loud and off key.
I didnβt hear you come in over the noisy din of my singing. So when you stepped into the shower, I jumped in surprise, dropping the soap.
βArenβt you going to pick that up?β you grinned wickedly.
Catching my breath, I playfully smacked you. Still startled by your appearance and excited at having you here with me. My Sinner. I stared at you, drinking in your body. The broad shoulders, strong chest, and yes, that beautiful cock standing at attention for me.