Emma relaxed into the steam-filled bathroom, her tired body craving the soothing touch of the water. She always loved taking showers. It felt good to finally wash off all the grime and sweat that had accumulated over the day.
As she hummed to herself, the warm water cascaded down Emma's body, and her mind began to wander, escaping the confines of her daily worries. Lost in the serenity of the moment, Emma absentmindedly ran her hands through her damp hair, feeling the silky strands slip between her fingers. She was far too immersed in her shower to notice as the bathroom door opened.
It wasn't until she heard the thud of the door closing again that Emma was actually aware of the intrusion into her space. Her roommate, Michael, had casually strolled in and made no effort to be quiet. He leaned back against the bathroom counter and watched her shower.
Most women would find such a blatant invasion of privacy to be inappropriate at best but Emma wasn't most women. She smiled back at the man, unashamed of her nudity as she rinsed off her hair.
"Hey Roomie," Emma said as she continued to wash herself. Her hands moved down her body, tracing the contours of her curves with a gentle touch. "What's up? Did you need something?"
Michael's gaze lingered on her breasts as she soaped and rinsed them. There was a certain appreciation in his gaze, a mix of admiration and desire that lingered. As his stare descended further, he took in the gentle curve of her waist, the man all but licked his lips as he watched the water fall off her hips.
"I'm almost done in the shower," Emma responded, speeding up her rinse-off and turning the faucet off. She took the time to squeeze out the water from her hair and do her best to hand dry as much as she could before stepping out of the show. "You can use it now if you want. There's still some hot water left."
She was still soaking wet as she exited the stall, not paying much mind to the fact that she was naked in front of her roommate. His eyes were glued to her chest and yet Emma made no attempt to cover herself up. She waited patiently for Michael to respond. He shook his head softly, not daring to break his view of her.
"I'm just bored." He said with an impish grin. "Wondering what was taking you so long."
"Oh, don't need it?" Emma chuckled. "Sorry, can't help you there. I've gotta be out in an hour or so. Got a 'hot date' tonight."
She giggled as she moved towards the towel rack. Michael was standing between her and the towel and made no attempt to move out of the way for her.
"Uh, can you pass me a towel?" Emma asked, pointing to one she had ready for her. "I'm dripping all over the floor."
Michael reached back and drew the towel from the rack, handing it to her with a small sigh of disappointment. Emma took it and immediately started drying herself down.
"You have a date tonight?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow. This was the first he had heard of this plan.
"Yeah!" Emma said, with all the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas Day. She wrapped the towel around herself tightly, but in the style that Michael enjoyed that left her boobs on display. Her hair was still fairly damp as she moved towards the bathroom mirror. Hip-bumping Michael out of the way a little. "My boyfriend booked us tickets to the theatre. We're gonna get all dressed up in formal wear. Gonna look like a prim and proper lady.
She giggled again, adding an air of nobility to the way she said 'prim and proper'. If her enthusiasm wasn't obvious enough, the way she continued to hum told Michael just how excited Emma was for her date.
"You? A prim and proper lady?" Michael smirked. Emma either ignored or was oblivious to his sarcasm.
"It's exciting," Emma continued, reaching into the bathroom drawer to take out some supplies. "I hardly ever have a good excuse to wear my fancy dresses. Speaking of which..." She rolled her head back towards Michael in an exaggerated manner and gave her best puppy-dog eyes. "If you're so bored, wanna help me get ready?"
"Help you?" Michael asked. His eyes flickered from Emma's chest to the small back of cosmetic supplies that were unfolding around the bathroom sink.
"Yeah, of course, you can help," Emma nodded with a big grin. "We can do my hair and makeup. Pick out the 'perfect' outfit. Come on, it'll be fun. We can start right here."
"Hair..." Emma explained, shaking her head out. "Now, I usually just leave it down, it goes past my shoulders so I have a lot to work with." She hand brushed it down behind her back and frowned at her reflection. "We could try curling it at the end, but I don't know... What do you think?"
She looked at Michael expectantly, the man was out of his element. He had never spent any significant amount of time thinking about his hair, let alone anyone else's. Michael had basically lost interest in anything Emma had to say after she mentioned going out on a date, but it looked like she was expecting some kind of answer.
"I do like a good ponytail?" Michael thought aloud. "You know, 'cause it feels good to grab onto?"
Michael mimed his hand grabbing a handful of hair and tugging on it. Emma didn't even bat an eye to his suggestion, taking it at face value and thinking about it.
"Hmm..." She said while rubbing her chin. "I do notice you pull my hair back a lot when we're at home." Emma thought back to all the various times during the day when Michael would casually stroll up and fuck her from behind. Most of those sessions involved some level of hair-pulling. "Well, we could try it." Emma agreed. "First things first, blow me."
Michael raised another eyebrow to that. Usually, it was Emma who was the one doing the blowing. It was a tradition in this household to suck at least one load out of the man every day. It was one of the unwritten rules that Michael had come up with when they started living together.
"I meant, hand me the hair dryer," Emma laughed, pointing to the device that was hanging on the wall. "Here, use a towel to also dry my hair. Just use one over-" Michael grabbed the dryer in one hand and used his other to forcefully yank the towel Emma had wrapped around her. "Or mine will do too..." She added, wiggling out of her towel. "This will only take a sec."
She relaxed into the towel as he gently brushed her hair aside. Michael brought up the dryer and brought Emma's hair back to a fair less damp state.
"Now what?" Michael asked, putting down the hair dryer. He threw the towel out of Emma's reach, leaving her stark naked again.
"Now, we brush it," Emma said, reaching for a comb and handing it to Michael. "Get it nice and straight. Brush all those knots out."
"Like this?" Michael asked. Running the comb through her hair and letting it flow down her back. The man could've been a little gentler with her hair but he wasn't rough enough to complain about.
