Last night after I got home from a hard run, I went up to my room and stripped my workout gear off, so I could go take a shower.
The shower was already running, and heard my wife, Heather, singing softly in the bathroom. I smiled to myself and quietly opened the door and shut it behind me without making a sound.
Heather and I haven’t been intimate for a long time, so to speak. It wasn’t because of lack of desire. Both of us had busy lives and lately, work had become something of a priority. That left very little energy for anything else.
Luckily, I’m not the pushy type, despite my blue balls. My patience paid off though, and Heather did want to some intimacy. She suggested that maybe we could try something exciting, like maybe have an amorous shower together.
That sounded good to me.
So that evening, I was excited to join her in the shower and to see where it might lead. She had the lights off and was just showering with the light of the ventilation fan. The dim light cast a silhouette of her shapely body against the shower curtain. I stood there watching and listening; just enjoying her presence.
Finally, cock aching with and my patience waning, I cleared my throat.
The singing stopped.
“Hey, honey,” I called out. “I’m coming in.”
I cautiously slipped around the shower curtain and into the shower with Heather in the dark. It was one of those shower/bathtub combos.
I used the bathroom all the time, so the lack of light didn’t make it hard for me to navigate. Still, I didn’t want to accidentally fall on her.
I breathed in the scent of steam. My hand reached out until I came into contact with her warm, wet flesh. Heather gasped under her breath.
I touched her back, which tensed for a moment.
Maybe my hand was cold to the touch.
Heather was facing the water, away from me.
I stepped forward and pressed my naked body against the delicious curve of her back. The water splashed down on her shoulders and ran down her back.