Until she saw the covertoh shithandles on every wall. Or the durable frosted-glass shower door that could probably withstand her whole body thrust up against it. Or the fact that she was still thinking about sex. Constantly.
The man at the party had not only popped her Butterfly cherry but left a lasting impression.I think that might have been the best sex I’ve ever had…She couldn’t believe it. Here, of all places.There,of all places! Those circumstances! A random guy who just came up and… fucked her!
Gee, almost like this is what this place is about.
She had played it cool when she checked out and left the club. She showed the black wristband to the hostess at the exit and was told to take it with her to wear for the rest of the evening as long as she was at large. When she mentioned she was assigned to the showers that night, the hostess took the wristband.
Eden had gone up to her room to change into her robe and to have a moment to herself. It felt silly to have a preliminary wash in her own shower, but that manhadmade a point with her pussy. He had even said so himself.And it was so hot!Eden didn’t even mind working another shift down here in the dark shower stall. After getting her hair wet and washing herself from head to foot, she sat on the bench and waited. And contemplated.
Eventually, she had shut off the water and sat there, dripping. The part of her that hoped another guest would come was like an addict searching for a hit. She already had a taste that night. Could she have another? Would it even be as good?
And that was the self-doubt that represented the other part of her. What if it sucked? What if it turned out shecouldn’thandle it? Maybe it was best that she could just decompress in here. Relive those ten minutes with a man who knew how to give it to her. Enjoy her big “win” on her first day at La Mariposa.
Just as she had gotten used to the idea of being alone, the door handle at the end of the corridor clicked. Without another breath spared, Eden leaped up and turned the showerhead on.
Please be nice. Please be nice. Please be nice!
“Good evening,” came a cheeky voice. “Fancy meeting someone here.”
Is he cracking wise with me?Well, that was better than some alternatives. “Good evening, sir.” Was that her sultriest voice? One knew it was humid enough in there…
She saw movement through the frosted glass. The guest hung up a robe. His limbs moved more, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Already wet for me, are you?”
He was joking again. Should she laugh? Giggle?
“You can’t even see me,” she teased.
“But the shower is running.” He came closer. “How wet are you, hm?”
She stood right in the middle of the shower, the water hitting the back of her head and rolling down her skin. “Dripping.”
“Naked, of course. I’m assuming.”
“As the day I was born.”
He lightly knocked on the door. “Care to let me in? I’ve had a long day traveling and could use a hot shower.”
Eden cracked open the door. “Bet that’s not all you could use.”
Dang, she was too good at this!Turns out I am when it’s fun.
An eye met hers on the other side of the crack. “You’re right. I could use some attention.”
She slid the door the rest of the way open. The man on the other side was about as young as she expected, with a lighter build than the one who had blown her mind only a couple of hours ago.I think I might be ready again…Maybe. For now, she would flirt.
“My sweet New Orleans…” He lingered in the doorway, naked, a bit of an Adonis V pointing toward his mostly flaccid cock.Yup. I’m looking.She lifted her gaze back to his shadowy face. The shower steam was destined to come between them. “You are to die for.”
She twirled wet hair around her finger and tilted one leg to the side. “You think so?”
He stepped inside. He wasn’t too much taller than her, but his presence wasintense.Much like the heat of the shower water beating against Eden’s breasts as she stepped back against the wall.
“You look like you’ve been sculpted by Michelangelo. Tell me, did you use to be called Aphrodite? Perhaps for a few hundred years?”
“Charmer!”
He closed the door behind him. “That’s most of the fun. I like talking.”
