“Fair enough.”
He led me into his bedroom and straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on from the control panel outside the glass. The bathroom was easily my favorite part of his condo. A floor-to-ceiling glass shower. Marble countertops. Big mirrors everywhere. The kind of place people experienced for a night or two, but never somewhere someone called home.
Proctor stepped to the side.
“It’s all yours, baby.”
“Thanks,” I replied, stepping closer to the shower door. I was about to lift my dress when I thought about his presence in the restroom with me.
“Are you going to step out?”
He jerked his head back.
“Why would I step out? I’ve seen parts of you with my own eyes that you couldn’t see without taking a picture of it first.”
“I guess you are right.” I shook my head before lifting my dress over my head anyway. As I got completely naked, Proctor turned his back and stepped out of the restroom, showing he wasn't as interested as I may have thought.
When I got into the shower, water hit me from every direction, and I was in heaven with how it felt. That silky, soft water flowed at a good pressure, but it didn't hit my skin hard like a hot tub jet or anything.
I enjoyed the shower, probably longer than I should have. I stood there with my eyes closed, letting the water run over me, using the soap and sponge I’d found in the corner, washing my body like I was at home. If I had to guess, I’d say I stayed in there about twenty minutes before I finally turned the water off.
When I stepped out through the steam-filled glass doors, I heard water running and I saw it was Proctor filling up his spa-sized tub. The water was up to the bottom of his chest, and his body leaned back, eyes closed, steam rising from the bubbles around him.
“Wow. You just made me jealous.”
He opened his eyes and chuckled softly. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t enjoy the shower?”
“I did, but that bubble bath looks amazing.”
I glanced around.
“Is this the towel I’m supposed to use?” I pointed to the one, neatly folded, on the sink counter.
“Yes, of course.”
I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body, hesitating before walking a little closer. Standing by the tub, looking down at him, I noticed subtle movement in the water, enough to catch my attention.
It looked like he was touching himself, and I bit my bottom lip because of what I couldn’t see, but everything I could imagine right now.
“Are you jacking off, Proctor?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Not like that. Just rubbing it, that’s all. I don’t expect anything to happen from it, though. This feels good, but it’ll never feel good enough to make me spit up.”
He opened both eyes. “That’s unless you do something to help me.”
“Do what?”
“Rub it for me.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“I mean, it shouldn’t hurt you. It’s not like you’ll be fucking me, right? Just helping me relax and I can do the same for you.”
He took his hands out of the water, and something shifted beneath the surface before floating up. His head rested back, and I could see his dick clearly through the water, floating like a log in a river.
