I woke lazily from my post coital nap, it took a while for the realisation to hit of who was laid beside me.
I smiled to myself remembering our previous activities in this bed.
I had got out of bed and headed to the shower, the hot water was a welcome distraction from the aching I felt in my loins.
I began to wash myself, starting with my hair and working down. As I massaged the shower creme into my shoulder, I felt a cool blast of air from outside the shower.
Butterflies flipped my stomach as she pulled back the shower curtain.
She was a Goddess, standing before me with not a stitch of clothing on her, every curve, every inch of her was perfect. Her golden hair, as soft as silk, eyes as blue as the ocean, breasts that seemed to say come, taste me.
She broke my attention while I admired her and asked if she could join me, I told her she was more than welcome but I was almost done and she could have the shower to herself.