“I hate getting wet,” I answer robotically.
“I can see that,” she says, and removes her wet clothing, and avert my eyes.
“I’m gonna shower,” she says, closes the curtains, grabs her duffle, and walks past me in her underwear to the bathroom. Leaving me standing in complete darkness.
I risk one glance after her, driven by uncontrolled curiosity. I have never seen another woman undressed outside of images that a woman in need can find online.
She leaves the bathroom with a crack open. Why would she leave it open?
I just gaze at the door, the light from it falling in a triangular shape toward where I stand.
Lavender-scented steam finds its way into the main room, a scent I feel drawn to. The scent I have smelled on her when she kissed me.
Desire builds in me.
A desire to fully open the door.
I want to see her. Her naked form.
My core flutters as I take one step closer.
She could’ve closed the door if she wanted privacy, couldn’t she?
Just one more step?—
The water stops, and I realize what I am doing here.
I take several steps back, my heart pounding fast.
She steps in front of the steamed mirror, a towel wrapped around her, and wipes it clean.
Suddenly, her eyes meet mine through the mirror.
Shit.
I want to avert my eyes. But I can’t.
She takes a towel and dries her hair with it. It falls to one side, and her eyes meet mine again.
One infinite moment where she stares at me.
And then, her towel rushes to the floor.
Her naked back.
I gasp in.
She is muscular.
A round ass.
Perfectly presenting itself to me as she leans forward to grab something.
I don’t register anything else anymore.
She pours some lotion onto her palm and then glides with her hands over her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her hips, her ass, her legs—she does it so sensually, that I arousal spreads through me.
When she is done, and my eyes snap back up, I see that she watches me through the mirror.
