It doesn’t take much thought for you to decide that it’d be in your best interest once again to take Stacy up on her offer. However, being a man in support of equality, knowing she went in still wearing the bikini calls for you to not enter naked, either. Sure, making your boxers into “shower shorts” would mean you couldn’t wear them again right away, but you could safely retire them with the memories they were taking part in.
You step into the shower, & turn to face Stacy. “I figured you’d be coming,” she says. “Too bad you took so long; I already washed myself. That’s just all the more time I can spend on you, then.” She takes a washcloth in each hand, lathers them up, & massages your back & shoulders. Still standing behind you, she rubs them both up & down your chest. You then lean yourself up against a shower wall so as not to hit your head if the arousing feelings make you pass out.
You are the first to step out, while Stacy stays under the running water. You decide it makes sense for her to take longer, due to her long, blond hair & those never-ending legs. You’re just about finished drying off, when you hear what sounds like the ringing of a doorbell. “Could you get that?”, Stacy calls out to you. “I’m gonna need another minute or 2.” |