Hot Shower, Hidden Desire

As I opened the door to the apartment, the scent of hot water and something else, something undeniably masculine, hung in the air. My husband, George, must have gotten off work early. He worked construction, and when he got home, the first thing he always did was jump into a hot shower. The steam swirled, blurring the edges of the room, a hazy invitation to something primal and immediate.

Setting my briefcase down on the couch, I walked into the bedroom, a sudden surge of anticipation thrumming through me. It was rare I was ever home in time for his shower, usually missing the entire event. But today, fate had intervened. I’d managed to slip out of a late meeting just in time.

I slipped my suit jacket off and laid it on the bed. Kicking off my heels, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, the cool air a welcome contrast to the humid heat of the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid my stockings down my legs and dropped them on the floor next to my skirt. My silk blouse joined my jacket on the bed. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the bathroom, unhooking my bra and sliding my panties down.

Naked, I opened the bathroom door. Steam had filled the room, clinging to the mirrors and creating a distorted, dreamlike quality. The smell of soap mixed with George’s natural scent, a potent blend of sweat and wood shavings, created a masculine aroma that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. It was intoxicating.

Opening the shower door slowly and quietly, I stepped into the hot shower. George’s body never ceases to amaze me. He's about four inches taller than me, a solid presence that always made me feel small and yet undeniably desired. His body is tanned and muscled from the construction work he does, a testament to his physical strength. I love wide shoulders, and George has the widest shoulders I’ve ever seen, broad and powerful beneath the glistening drops of water.

I watched the water pour over his body, the soap suds flowing over his muscled thighs and down to the drain. The heat enveloped me, raising goosebumps on my skin. Stepping up behind him, I slid my hands gently up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he instinctively tensed under my touch. George stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes dark and intense. He started to talk, a low rumble that vibrated through my body, instantly raising my pulse.

“Hush… let me help you with your shower,” I whispered to him as my hands rubbed his back, tracing the ridges of his muscles, seeking the hottest spots. He smiled, a genuine, unguarded expression that melted away any lingering doubts. He turned back toward the water, eager to resume his cleansing ritual.

I grabbed the soap and lathered it in my hands. The rich lather clung to his skin, clinging to every curve and contour. Working it into his skin, I massaged his back and shoulders, kneading his muscles with firm pressure. My hands kneaded his shoulders, rubbing firmly, feeling the heat radiate from his body. Moving my hands down, I cupped his ass and squeezed, the sensation both shocking and exhilarating. My fingers worked his butt, squeezing and massaging his hard ass, teasing him with the anticipation of what was to come.

I knelt down behind him and ran my hands down his legs, feeling the rough texture of his skin beneath my fingertips. Using two hands, I massaged his left thigh and then his left calf, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath my touch. Moving to the right thigh, I repeated the action, rubbing slow and firm, letting my fingers sink deep into the muscle. I could see his sac hanging between his legs, a dark and sensitive area that promised untold pleasure. Reaching in and cupping his balls gently, George moaned and leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Standing, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back, exposing the raw, vulnerable flesh beneath. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight, a magnificent testament to his masculinity. It was a primal sight, both captivating and slightly intimidating.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

Taking the soap in my hands again, I rubbed my soapy hands over his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. My fingers swirled around his nipples, watching them swell and harden as he flinched in pleasure. George has very sensitive nipples for a man, a fact that always brought a smile to my face. I love to torture him by playing with them, knowing the intense pleasure he derived from my touch.

My hands wandered down his stomach and down to his groin, tracing the lines of his powerful muscles. Looking him in the eyes, I cupped his cock in my soapy hands and rubbed up and down, feeling the heat building between us. His eyes began to glaze over, losing focus as he surrendered to the sensations. I heard a moan escape his lips, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I pushed him back under water again to get the soap off, letting the hot water cleanse his body and heighten the anticipation. He closed his eyes and let the hot water rage over him, a wave of pleasure washing over him. I heard a quick intake of breath as he leaned one hand against the shower wall, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rising, I turned George around to face me. I pushed him back under the water, letting the soap wash away from his back. I looked down and his hard cock was standing straight again, a symbol of his dominance.

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