Daddy slid the glass shower door back and turned on the spray. The shower had a large shallow tub and a shower head on opposite walls. Little One sat on the bed and watched him, framed by the door way, drop his pants and step out of them like a flamingo, perfectly balanced on one foot. He pulled his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Little One took a deep breath. Daddy's penis had lost its edge, hanging down as it had the first time Little One had seen it earlier that morning. Daddy motioned to her and she bounced onto the floor and into the bathroom. Daddy gently tugged his shirt off her shoulders and stepped back to look at her as she stood before him. Her hard nipples were reddened from the earlier play and she shyly held her hands crossed over her curly black pubic hair. Her skin was white made whiter by the jet black hair on her shoulders and between her legs. Little One's breasts rose as she took deep breaths, trying to hold off a dizzy feeling. Her face was getting hot again. Daddy did not speak. His eyes were held on hers, but she could not keep the gaze. She slowly dipped her eyes down Daddy's hairy chest, over his flat stomach to see his cock, revived and hard again. She looked back up to see Daddy smiling at her. Little One took another deep breath and smiled, knowing her face was red. She pulled a towel from the rack and tied her hair up, exposing her slender neck. Her raised arms pulled her breasts high on her chest and her nipples pointed upward. Daddy held his breath as Little One finished tucking the towel up. He imagined her as a polished marble statue, her perfect form, so smooth and round carved by Michelangelo. He thought again of a portrait of Little One. Perhaps two portraits, one for the front parlor, over the mantel and another, as she stood before him, for his study.
The bathroom was now hot and foggy from the shower running for several minutes. Daddy stepped into the shower and held out his hand to Little One. She stepped in with him and they stood toe to toe with the hot water hitting each ones back. Little One swallowed hard. She did not dare look down. She knew Daddy's hard penis was almost touching her. . Daddy rubbed the soap in the wet cloth to make a foam and spread the lather across Little One's shoulders and down between her breasts. Little One closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daddy's slick soapy hands felt so good under the hot water. Daddy made slow circles of foam across her stomach and down between her thighs. Little One spread her knees slightly and put her hands on Daddy's shoulders to keep her balance. Daddy knelt down and ran the cloth though her legs up the cleft of her bottom.
Little One opened her eyes. The fine spray was washing through Daddy's hair and down his back. The hair on his back was not as thick as on his chest and danced in the streams running down his back. Daddy cupped Little One's ass in his hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her navel and opened his mouth to catch and drink the hot water running down her stomach. Little One rubbed her fingers across Daddy's shoulders. The muscles rippled when he raised his arms and made his back wider, looking like wings under the skin. Little One bent down a little to run her hands down across his shoulder blades. Every part of Daddy seemed solid and unmovable. Little One liked the sound of the water spraying on them. She was sure Daddy would hear her heartbeat if the water was turned off. Little One's hands ran up Daddy's neck and behind his ears. Daddy slowly stood up, catching Little One' s nipples, one and then the other, in his lips. Her stomach shuddered at his touch. Little felt his cock slide up against her slick stomach and she shivered, even under a spray of hot water. Daddy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her to him with her forehead against his cheek. He could feel her nipples against her chest and hugged her a little tighter.
