I stepped into the shower, tentatively tested the water, it was warm and soft. I eased myself into its warmth, slowly adjusting as the water warmed my body, acclimatised. I turn around, feeling my whole body relax as the jets caress my shoulders and back. I throw my head back so the water hits straight onto my face and I feel it gush down my cheeks and probe around my mouth. I close my eyes and strain towards the source, opening my mouth and inviting it in. A wave of ecstasy washes through my body, the tingle starts in my chest then rapidly moves down, my abs tense, a quiver takes me over as it kisses my clit, then the wave fades and abates towards my toes.
Coming round, I grab the shampoo and generously lather my bobbed hair, massaging my head as I run my fingers through the delightful tickle of my undercut. I wash it off vigorously, with the suds running down my face that I wipe away with the back of my hand imagining it’s the hand of a man powerfully caressing me.
I hear the door to the hotel room, he’s here. I knew he would come. I continue to clean myself as he steps into the bathroom, standing silently by the side of the bath, he watches me as I soap myself. My body is tense with excitement and fear, I maintain a pretence of oblivion to his presence, waiting for his move.