Her voice cracks. “Believe me.I know.” She reaches for my body soap. “Come on. Let me wash your back.”
I’m not going to turn down that offer.
When her palms touch my skin, I move back so I’m as close as I can get. I’d like nothing more for her to wash my entire body. Then I’d like to return the favor. I close my eyes as she works the soap over my upper back, then down my spine to my lower back, working the liquid soap into my hips. I feel her fingers touch either side of my abs. When her palms move over my glutes, my ass, I flinch.
“Sorry,” she says, pulling her hands away. Reaching back, I take hold of her hands and place them back on my butt.
“It feels good. Your hands on me, Becklyn. It feels perfect. Don’t stop.”
“Oh.”
She moves the soap around my ass a little longer. “You’ve got a great butt.”
“Thanks.”
“You’ve got a greateverything.”
“So do you.”
“Ha,” she says sarcastically, and it pisses me off.
Turning to face her, I reach for her chin, lifting it until we’re making eye contact. “I mean it.”
“Mine is nothing like yours.”
“Well, thank goodness for that. Your curves…. I’ve dreamed about them.”
She glances down at herself. The white tee she has on is soaked through. “Oh, crap.” Becklyn attempts to tug it away from her body, but I reach out and stop her. “Let me look.”
“Lucky…”
“Pretty bra.” It appears to be a pale pink color. Lacy. As I stare, her nipples peak. Her chest is rising and lowering like she’s having trouble catching her breath. Reaching for my towel that hangs next to the shower, I wrap it around my waist and ask, “Becklyn?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got this.” What I’ve got is a hard-on that won’t quit. Not until she leaves. “Grab a towel. I’ve got some T-shirts in my top dresser drawer if you want to put on something dry.”
“Right.” She looks at the wall, then at the ceiling, doing her best to keep her eyes off me.
“Baby.” I reach out and touch her face. “Look at me.”
She glances down at my terry-cloth-covered dick again. “At my eyes, honey. Look me in the eye.”
That gets her snickering again. “Oops.” But she does it.
“I never want you to feel uneasy around me. I know this was a bit fast, the shower and all…”
“No. It’s fine.”
“For the record,” I smirk, “I can’t wait until we’re there.”
“There?”
“Yeah. When we get to the place where I get to helpyouin the shower.”
“Lucky….” She blushes.
“I mean it. We’re just not there yet.”
