He followed into the bathroom, feeling along the wall to the half-open door. When he turned the corner the bathroom was glowing in the single candle. The room had no windows, a typical feature of cheap apartments, and the place was small and cramped. He wished it were cleaner. Carrie was in the shower, curtain open, testing the water. Her skin was rich and shining, and she she looked amazing.
He decided to go for it and approached her. He remembered the nude beaches in Europe, and his confusion at the signals he couldn't make out with European women: naked didn't equal a sexual come-on, and he'd had to back off on his American values that said when you took your clothes off it was time to get it on. How did you approach that? What did you do? Fuck!
He hesitated and to get his act together, he slouched against the wall, a few feet away from Wholesome Carrie, who he was now thinking of as Naked Carrie, and just ran his eyes over her body. He caught himself getting a hard-on in his soaking clothes. The room was warming up, and he reached behind him without looking and closed the door. Naked Carrie turned her head and smiled at him. He decided this was his sign. He reached out and touched her, tapping, smoothing, lightly on her shoulder. He was rewarded with a shiver. This was good. He backed away and quickly slipped his clothes off.
"Room for one more in there?" he asked, grinning. Naked Carrie smiled back and stepped to the shower head, making room. He stepped in, noticing she wasn't much shorter than him. She was tall for a woman; he was surprised he hadn't noted that before.
He didn't bother with formalities: he just put his hands on her sides, then moved them around. She was facing away, and he just plain couldn't keep his hands off her body. She felt warm and inviting, smooth and silky, and his cock raged right out in the splattering water. Naked Carrie reached around, tilted her head, and grabbed a soft fistful of his hair. She got in position and kissed him, tonguing forcefully. She got into it, really making out, and he moved his hands to her absolutely delightful breasts, cupping and stroking. She brushed his cock with her ass and he had to gasp. Incredible.
She whispered, "I feel warmer. Do you?"
She disengaged slightly, then looked around at the walls of the shower. She murmured something, then took a bar of soap from the cheap plastic suction-cup soap dish he'd put on the fiberglass panel. She sniffed it, then raised her eyebrows. He knew why: the bar was some foofy organic thing his sister had given him, and he was using it up because he'd run out of store soap. The stuff smelled like oranges and dirt. He shrugged and said, "Gift."
Wholesome, Naked Carrie gripped the soap in one hand and started washing his body, smoothing the foam and weirdly slick residue with her free hand. She did his chest, then his back, and then moved lower, putting her hands on his cock. He had to gasp from the warmth and unexpected feeling. He leaned forward and kissed her, and as he did she took his hand and put the soap in it.
He lathered up and got to work, covering her tight, fresh body with cleanliness, rubbing her skin and touching her as much as possible, pressing against her body with his. The whole shower started smelling like the organic, earthy bar, and he found himself feeling oddly less dirty in both a physical and unexpected, spiritual way.
Wholesome Carrie turned around and guided his hands to her ass, and he washed her lower body carefully and deliberately, running a couple of fingers between her cheeks, then washing her lower back. She shivered and grunted slightly, then said, "Do you feel cleaner? Warmer?" and reached around and kissed his mouth.
He said, releasing her mouth briefly, "Yes." He wanted to get inside her, desperately, but he was going to wait; despite her... what? Forwardness, he felt. Wholesome, Naked Carrie was somehow just a little too classy to throw around and fuck. He was trying to think clearly without much success when Carrie turned full around and put her hands to his cock. He almost fell over in the shower.
Carrie rolled her hands around on his cock, demonstrating an excruciating knowledge of exactly how to make him crazy, and he had to press one hand on the slippery, fiberglass wall, and place another on her slick, warm shoulder. He was getting weak in the joints, and having difficulty seeing in the steaming shower, when Carrie dropped to her knees and put her mouth around his cock. He sucked in a huge lungful of hot, wet air, and Wholesome Carrie pressed her lips around him and sucked, hard. He felt her tongue roll on the tip of his cock, and he just about collapsed. She put one hand through his legs to his ass, gripping harshly, and ran the other up his chest, digging in with her nails, and forcefully sucked his cock.
He couldn't help it: "Uunh!" and he bent over and put his hand on her head. Carrie moved her hands around on his body, gripping and digging in, and he just about couldn't stand it.
His vision was getting blurry when Wholesome, Naked Carrie pulled her mouth off him and looked up. She opened her mouth and was about to speak when the whole building shook with a violent, shattering blast. The sound was incredibly loud in the bathroom, stunning, and the effect was, to him, as if the explosion had erupted from her mouth. It was incongruous and very weird, and he realized he was likely looking down at her face with an odd expression. She looked at him quizzically, then cleared her face, turned her attractive chin, and laughed out loud.
She said, "Showers aren't safe in an electrical storm." She stayed on her knees, and kept her hands on his body. "We should take this to another room, don't you think?"
She stepped out of the shower without drying off, dripping water all over the floor. He followed her, reaching out to touch her body, running his hands down her hips. She shuffled to the door, opened it, and waited for him to lead her. He put his arm around her waist and guided her to his bedroom. The cheap blinds were open, and the scene outside was a raging, tremendous storm.
He very, very gently pushed Wholesome, Naked Carrie to the bed and sat her down facing him. She immediately bent over and put her mouth around his throbbing, intensely hard cock. He couldn't believe it; she was really, really incredible.
