You insert the key into the lock on the door of the flat and open it quietly. Nothing. The place is in darkness, save for the sound of the tv coming from my flatmateβs room and a little bit of light coming from the end of the hallway. You move quickly through the flat towards the light, which is coming from the bathroom at the end of the hall. When you open the door, you can see me in the reflection in the mirror, my hair piled up on top of my head as I reach down to take off my bra and thong.
You stand still, watching as I step into the steam filled shower cubicle in the corner of the bathroom. You can hear the water running and in your mindβs eye you can see it as it washes over my skin, leaving wet trails.
You watch as I reach for the shower gel and lather it over my skin into a creamy foam. I reach up for the shower head and remove it from the fixture to trail it over my body, the suds rinsing off under the spray of the water. You catch your breath as I move the shower head between my legs to hold it close to my pussy, watching as I change position to lean against the tiles with my free hand, my head back and my eyes closed as the tension builds inside me.
You move slowly towards the shower, stripping off your clothes as you do. You step into the shower behind me, slipping your arm in front of me to drag me back against you, so I can feel your hard cock pressing against my arse.
You turn us round so that your back is against the tiles and place my hands on the tiles beside you. You kneel down in front of me and part my legs to reveal my pussy, which you tease delicately with your fingers. You pull one of my legs over your shoulder and cup your hands on my cheeks to hold me against your face as you push your tongue deep inside me, listening to my moans of excitement through the sound of the shower.