"Well, I'm so hot and sticky, that I think I want a shower before a swim," Holly said. "I'm going to jump into the shower in my aunt's bedroom. But Peter - if you also want a shower, there is a second one upstairs - next to the guest room."
"What about me?" Kristin asked. "I may want a shower too."
"Well, you can either wait until one of us is done, or join either of us," Holly replied, laughed and ran upstairs. Peter smiled at Kristin. "You know, a shower really does sound good. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Kristin said, wiping a trickle of sweat running from her neck to the top of her breast away. "Take your time. You'll find the available shower second on the left up the stairs. I think there will be a towel in there."
Peter was not sure what game the girls were playing, but couldn't wait to find out. He went upstairs, found the shower and, in a moment of daring, left the door ajar as he shucked off his clothes. He hoped he knew where this was going, and his penis was already fully hard in anticipation. He turned on the shower and stepped in, feeling the warm water hit his body. Peter soaped himself up, running his fingers gently against his cock, massaging his balls and squeezing at his cock-head. He let out a soft groan, but realised that bringing himself to orgasm would be a huge waste. Instead, he ran his hands over his chest, and down his stomach, enjoying the sensation of hot water pounding against his body. Suddenly he detected movement in the room, and heard the bathroom door close softly. |