I bow my head forth and turn my hand. My startled reaction from the heat flowing against my neck is quickly replaced by the relaxing sensation of warmth cascading from my shoulders. The tension of the day rapidly dissipates. Steam fills the space as water splashes against tiles. Lifting my head, heat sprays onto my chest. Sheets of warmth flow down my thighs. A solitary stream finds my member. I moan softly as the stream flows its flaccid length and over the sensitive tip. After working up a soapy lather, my hands massage the foam vigorously into my chest before sliding down.
Unable to resist, my hand finds my dangling tenderness, lifting them in my palm before gradually closing to lightly rub with my soapy fingers. The slow massage awakens me. Energy surges, the length quickly fills out and demands the attention of my second hand. Fingers curl around an expanding girth before stroking rhythmically. Soft wet noises sound. I peer down to see my manhood slick and erect with its engorged tip revealed on each down stroke. I bite my lip as my hand increase it tempo causing my body to quiver… Suddenly I stop and I think… aren’t you waiting for me in the bedroom?