She was in the middle of rinsing the conditioner from her hair, enjoying the sensation of running her fingers through her tangle-free, chestnut locks. She was thinking about the previous night, eyes closed and smiling, remembering how it had felt to have held him deep inside her, her legs shaking afterwards, their shallow breaths gradually slowing down together. Her thoughts were thus pleasantly occupied when she heard an "Ahem" behind her. Her eyes snapped open at the quiet indication that she was no longer alone. She found herself staring at the object of her daydreaming, apparently standing in the tub with her.
"Wha—how—what are you doing in here?" Shocked at his sudden appearance, she automatically whipped around, facing the showerhead mounted on the wall and turning her back to him. "I thought you'd left for work already."
"You were taking an age and a half in here, babe, and I got things to do."
There was a pause.
"Seriously, Josh?" She looked back at him in disbelief.
"Yep. Could you scoot over, Kate?" He gently edged around her on the outside, brushing past the shower curtain and shifting her five foot eight frame easily along the length of the tub. There was so little space between them that she was essentially hugging the wall at one point, before realizing they had switched places -- he was now under the water, and she was where he had been.
She stood there dumbfounded, before managing to ask, "How did you get in here so quietly?"
Josh, washing his hair, languidly responded, blue eyes closed, "The door was unlocked, and you were singing Adele too loudly to hear me."
"Ah. Embarrassing."
"Not really -- you know I love your voice, babe." Kate blushed at the compliment, when it dawned on her that she was just watching him shower. And as much as she liked looking at all six foot three inches of him, she only let her eyes wander over his wide chest, and down to his strong legs, for a moment. She needed to finish what she came into the bathroom to do, so she turned around to the shower caddy attached to the wall behind her, and squeezing some body wash onto her loofah, began to wash herself. She had just started in on her arms when she felt hands encircle her waist.
"Let me do that," murmured Josh as he came up behind her. Evidently finished with his hair, he took the sponge from her.
"I thought you had things to do," she teased without turning around.
"They can wait." Her back still to him, he started soaping up her right arm, taking his time, starting at her shoulder and moving gently down towards her hand. He made sure to get each individual finger lathered. He moved onto the other arm, repeating the process. She had started giggling at first, amused at his intense concentration and thoroughness. But as he continued, she became aware of how he was making sure to touch every inch of her, and her laughter died away.
By now he had moved onto her back, making the transition from her shoulders. He was drawing lazy circles with the loofah in a downward spiral, while resting his left hand on her left hip, caressing it lightly.
In the middle of all this, he paused suddenly. "Your body never ceases to fascinate me," he said, almost contemplatively. He seemed to be talking to himself -- Kate barely heard him over the rushing water. But his words proved unnecessary for her to hear; his hands were the ones to emphasize his thoughts, as he ran them down her body from behind, from the sides of her breasts, inwardly to the curve of her waist, and out again over her wide hips. Then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and went back to what he'd been doing before, the abrupt changes leaving Kate's body quivering.
After making sure he had gotten the entirety of her back, he stopped at her tailbone, and moved around to her stomach. He came up close behind her so that he could better reach her front, and she could feel him pressing against her ass. She gave a start, surprised at feeling the sudden hardness of him against her after all the soft touches, and began to ask, "Josh, are you—?"
