“Do you need any help with your undies? Or your bra?”
He seemed more than hopeful. He seemed a little ravenous.
“I think I’ve got it from here.”
“Mmm. Too bad. I’ll just wait outside the door for you.”
With his eyes still shut, he found the doorknob and let himself out, closing the bathroom door behind him.
I let out a series of fast breaths the second he shut the door.
That man was going to do me in. Streaks of need filled me as every inch of my skin that he’d touched tingled. I realized I’d gone wet for that man, my pussy throbbing and begging for the real thing.
Silicone can only get you so far.
But I put all those rabid thoughts aside and worked on unhooking my bra. It was a challenge, but I got there in the end. Then I managed to get my panties off.
Turning off the water, I stared at the tub.
It was funny how much we take things for granted. With only one arm, and the other one needing to stay dry, I wasn’t exactly sure how to get in the tub.
I stepped in and tried to lower myself down, but it didn’t work. I held on to the rim with one hand, but itstilldidn’t work.
One thing was certain. I was not going to have that hunky man help me get in the tub.
So, I just went for it. I lowered myself as much as I could, balancing on one arm, then I let myself fall the rest of the way in.
Water splashed over the rim, and gravity came quicker than I expected, but I haddoneit.
I was used to being independent, so I felt a surge of pride.
“You all right?” Dawson asked with a hint of worry in his sexy voice.
“Yeah. I’m fine. That was just me getting in the tub.”
“Mm. All right.”
I soaped myself down, excited to get clean again, then tried to figure out how to wash my hair.
I got the shampoo worked into my scalp, but I couldn’t rinse it out.
Shit.
After a few minutes of trying, I swallowed my pride and called out, “Dawson?”
“Yup.”
“This is asking a lot. Could you help me with my hair?”
He chuckled, a deep happy rumble, and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
A second later the door swung open, and he came towards me with mostly shut eyes, but I could see him peeking a little.
He kneeled down next to the tub and ran a hand up my back while I held an arm over my breasts.
Dawson started massaging the shampoo into my hair while he rumbled, “So I’ve got a question to ask. Why didn’t you want anything to do with me at the bar last night?”
I moaned in satisfaction as his big, strong hands gently rubbed my scalp, drifting down to massage my neck and then my shoulders.
