"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I ran to him, my little 20-year-old white feet taking step after step with child-like energy to get to my boyfriend. After playing soccer with my girlfriends, I was a hot and sweaty mess, but I figured I'd bring the package at our doorstep to my man before stepping into the shower. It was surprisingly heavy, and had no return address. I was immediately intrigued. I found my boyfriend working out at our home gym. Glancing at his bulging muscles, I couldn't help but get wet.
"Thanks, little one," he said and kissed my forehead. I saw his nose wrinkle, making it clear he smelled me, but he didn't say anything.
As I walked towards the shower, I could only wonder what was in the box. I stepped into the bathroom, and as I peeled off my clothes I was reminded just how sweaty I was. For a brief moment, I held my arms above my head to remove my tank top and got a whiff of a pungent odor. I begged that it wasn't my body odor, and that there was some other explanation. Reluctantly, I turned my head to the right and inhaled. It was confirmed. I stank. I had probably forgotten to put on deodorant in the morning. Silly me!
I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the hot water as it ran down my body, from my perky D-cup tits to my flat white belly to my clean-shaven tight pussy with excited pink lips.
I turned off the water and dried myself off. Looking at my blue eyes and long, soft brown hair in the mirror, I smiled at myself. A hot shower was all I needed to feel confident again!