Hi there! This is a short one-shot story that I decided to write for someone. It's a little bit different than I normally do. It has some rough and slightly non-consentual moments in this so please beware.
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CW: consent.
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The Shower Story.
I grab my gym bag and pack some pyjamas and my toiletries in it, then head out of my apartment and down the hall.
My shower is broken and I can't get any hot water out of it, so I have decided to ask one of the neighbours. Charlie is tall, handsome with a well kept beard and always says a polite hello when we pass each other.
Sometimes we make small talk in the elevator, where I get to smell his intoxicating cologne and look deep into his eyes as I hear him tell me how beautiful I look today.
I knock lightly on his door and step back a little, I hear some footsteps getting louder as the door opens and reveals the gentleman of my dreams.
"Good evening Katie, what can I help you with?" Charlie says.
"Hi Charlie, my shower is broken and I was wondering if I could use yours?" I asked
"No problem, come in." Charlie said as he led me into his apartment.
For being only a few apartments away, his place seemed bigger and fancier than mine. It had more space and great furniture and lavish homewares.
"It's just through here. You can take as long as you want, and there's a hair dryer under the sink as well."
"Thanks so much again. I really appreciate it. Maybe I can buy you dinner sometime as thanks?"
"Oh not necessary. Just helping out a neighbour is all. A damsel in distress." He gives a playful wink as he says that.
Charlie closed the door behind me as I walked into the bathroom, I turned to see how amazing it was.
A large shower, that could probably fit 3 or 4 people with some rails for safety, a massive mirror, perfectly clean vanity and towels so fluffy they're probably made of clouds.
I turned on the shower, undressed and found the perfect setting of hot, but not too hot, but also hot enough to steam the whole bathroom up.
I stepped in and found bliss when the hot water hit my skin. It was like drugs and I instantly felt relieved after not being able to shower properly in so long.
It took me a minute or so to realise that I needed to clean myself and that I should soap up. I grabbed my body wash and my loofa and started scrubbing.
I heard the bathroom door open, but I wasn't really nervous, the steam had fogged up the glass enough that I couldn't make anything out perfectly, but silhouettes and vague colours.
I wiped a little of the windows to see Charlie standing there with his back to me, undressing. He takes his shirt off. Then his pants and his underwear follow.
"Ummm, Charlie, why are you here?" I asked in a slightly confused tone.
"Well I'm here to use my shower." Charlie calmly answered back
"O-o-oh ok. Ummm. Ahhh." I stuttered.
Charlie opened the shower door, steps inside and greets me with a soft smile. I still can't get any words out and take a slight step back.
"Here let me." Charlie said as he took the loofa from my hand and continued to lather and scrub my body.
I felt a tingle at first, but it then turned into a warm feeling of pleasure and warmth as he got close to me.
He continues to wash me, moving down my back and washing my legs. He takes his time scrubbing every inch of my skin before making his way back up my legs.
Charlie puts the loofa between my cheeks and scrubs my ass. I gasped and curled my toes at how thorough he was being and it started to arouse me more being touched in that way.
Charlie turned me around and took my penis into his hands. At his touch I moan and harden in his hands. I instinctively go to remove his hands but end up getting weak in the legs and grab onto his arms for support.
He slowly moves his hands along my shaft, rotating, pulling and pushing, making a real effort to clean me.
