Cassie woke first in the morning - coming to consciousness very slowly. Bright sunlight peeked through the crack in the heavy curtain. She became aware of several things at once. Number one, the arm draped lightly over her waist did not belong to her husband; number two, that was okay; number three, she needed a shower so bad that it felt like her legs were stuck together. She didn't want Doug to wake up and see her like this.
Very carefully, she pushed the covers off herself and rolled out from under his arm. She tiptoed quietly across the room, picking up her bag as she went. She closed the bathroom door before she turned on the light.
A quick glance in the mirror made her grimace. Her hair was tied in knots from all the thrashing and sweating she'd done the night before. But she smiled to herself. It was worth it, even though it took more than fifteen minutes before she was able to pull her brush through it without snags.
The water in the shower seemed incredibly loud after the silence she'd tried to maintain, so she tried to make it a quick but thorough one. However, the warm stream beating down on her head and shoulders lulled her into a relaxed trance. She stood still, her arms down at her sides just letting it pour over her face, down her neck and spread its heat over her full breasts. The things she'd done last night with him had left her in a state of heightened sensitivity and even the feeling of the water on her skin was a sensual experience.
A soft sigh and a wistful smile distracted her enough so that she'd not heard the bathroom door open. But when the curtain rattled, she jumped in surprise. Doug was stepping into the shower behind her.
"Ah, I can't believe you'd start without me," he teased her.
"Well, you just seemed so peaceful, sleeping like that…" she said, turning to face him. Like most men, he'd gotten up with a morning stiffy. Cassie raised her eyebrows, looking pointedly at it and said, "Mmmm, is that for me?"
"For nobody else," he smiled, then he leaned down to give her a gentle good morning kiss.
"I'll wash your back if you wash mine," he offered, reaching for the soap.
"Sounds like a deal to me," she answered.
He dropped the soap into her palm and said, "You go first, 'cause I'm planning to take longer."
"Oh, yeah?" she gave a questioning look.
"Oh yeah," he confirmed, turning to offer his back.
Cassie took her own sweet time, only beginning with his back. It was wide and well-muscled and the skin was soft and smooth. She ran the bar of soap over the whole area, starting at his neck and ending at his waist. She ran her fingers along the muscle roots, not only washing but also giving a deep massage. She worked his shoulders too, and after using a little more soap, she went down his arms to his hands and fingers - her hands sliding firmly against his skin.
She moved slippery fingers over the cheeks of his butt and lightly through the crack, noticing that the morning wood seemed to fortify itself. After going down and back up each leg, she asked him to turn around.
While staring up into his eyes, she dragged the bar over his chest, the hair catching in it and causing little bubbles. She rubbed it lightly over each of his nipples until they were stiff, then she used her hands again, scrubbing, kneading, teasing.
She knelt before him, rubbing her hands together to work up a thick lather, then reached for his scrotum, gently soaping it and the area below it. Very slowly, she circled the shaft of his cock and washed it thoroughly, until she could see it producing its own moisture at the tip. Then she held it under the stream of water to rinse it off. When the soap residue was gone, she gave its head a lick to taste the precum.
"Just making sure it was all the way clean," she said with a naughty smile.
