Henry kept the conversation light. He told me about his travels to different parts of the world. He made me laugh with funny stories about his military days and the trouble they would get into because there was nothing else to do on base. He kept me laughing and smiling as we ate, my thoughts far from my own troubles.
When I was done with dinner, he said, "You start the water for your shower. I'll take care of the dishes."
"You don't have to do that," I told him, already pulling the empty containers together.
"Why do you think I said that we weren't using plates?" he replied with a smile. "Easiest dishes ever, remember?"
I chuckled and let him take the empty containers away from me. He quickly collected them and swept them into the trash bin before I had a chance to do much more than watch.
"Now, shower," he said, motioning his head toward my bathroom.
"I know, I stink," I replied with a grin. I loved the way he grinned back at me.
I stood up, feeling far calmer than I had all day, and looked over at him. He was carefully boxing up the last of our leftovers, his eyes focusing on his work. He was so damn handsome in that moment. He wore tan slacks and a button up blue dress shirt, yet he looked comfortable. He turned, his hair catching the light, and he raised his eyebrows.
"What is it?" he asked, straightening from the table.
"You want to join me?" I bit my lip, hoping that he would say yes. I wanted to see his beautiful body and a shower seemed like a good excuse. I wasn't sure how long he was staying tonight. He was obviously dressed for work and I didn't want to interfere with his business.
But I did want him to take my mind off of things in other ways than just food.
A slow, cocky smile crossed his face as he sauntered around the table. "You want me to join you for a shower?" he asked. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as his bright eyes looked me over. One arm wrapped around my waist, drawing me into him.
I nodded, my lip still caught between my teeth.
He glanced in the direction of my tiny bathroom. "You think it will fit both of us?"
I grinned, knowing that was as good as a yes. "It'll be tight, but I think you'll fit."
His eyes darkened as they came back to me. "You know I like tight."
Sexual energy fluttered up from between my legs and wrapped around my core. I loved the way his hips pressed against mine. I could already feel his heat calling to me.
I went up on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth to his. He hummed with pleasure, opening his mouth and tasting me.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he whispered.
Taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom. I followed behind him, happy to let him take charge. He turned on the tap, checking it with the back of his hand to make sure it was the correct temperature before turning to face me.
His smile was kind but his eyes shone with desire. He reached for my front, his fingers finding the buttons to my shirt. Carefully, he undid each one, his attention focused solely on the buttons. He slid the fabric from my shoulders and my shirt fell to the floor.
His eyes dilated as he looked at me. One finger traced the curve of my shoulder before coming to my bra strap.
"You're better at this part," he said, his voice gruff with desire. I reached behind me and undid the clasp, holding the bra cups to my chest for a moment before letting the flesh-colored garment hit the floor.
He breathed out slowly, obviously trying to stay in control as he looked at my naked top half. I loved the way his eyes caressed every curve of my body. When he looked at me, I didn't see flaws. I saw sexiness. If this was how models felt walking down the runway, I could see why they strutted.
His jaw tightened as he reached for my belt. He undid the clasp, then the button to my pants, followed by the zipper. Every movement was careful.
He tugged my dirty pants down, leaving me in just my silky underwear. He let out a slow breath, his eyes glued to the pale blue triangle of fabric. He swallowed hard before reaching forward, his fingers touching my hips as he slid the panties down.
Steam filled my small bathroom, yet it was nothing compared to the fire building inside of me. His every touch sent shivers of want skittering across my nerves.
In a series of utilitarian and practiced movements, he stripped his own clothes. The shirt fell nearly on top of his pants and he was naked before me in less than a few seconds. I raised my eyebrows at him, impressed at the speed.
"Military," he said with a shrug and a grin. "You get more shower time if you can change fast."
I grinned back at him and looked him over. He was strong and lean. Every muscle had definition like someone had painted them onto him. Sweat glistened on his chest as the steam condensed. I looked down to see that he was excited about me being naked as I was him.
Yet another strong, thick, and wonderful thing about him.
He pulled back the flowery shower curtain for me to get in. I stepped over the tub wall and into the spray of water. It was the perfect temperature and I sighed as the warm water washed over me. I felt him climb in behind me, his body almost as hot as the water.
I expected him to grab the shampoo bottle immediately. Instead, he grabbed my detachable shower head. "Lean your head back," he said. I did as he asked, slightly surprised that we really were taking a shower. He ran the water over my head, holding the shower head with one hand and running his other hand through my hair, detangling it a bit as he went.
Once my hair was soaked, he gently pushed on my shoulder so that my back was to him. He reached past me to put the shower head back on its stand, and I could feel how hard he had become as he pressed into my behind. I thought about reaching back and grabbing him, maybe jerking him off a little bit, but as he reached for the shampoo I knew that he meant business.
I closed my eyes as he put a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand. I smiled. Even though his was cut short, he seemed to know the right amount that hair as long as mine would need.
His fingers worked the shampoo into my hair. He massaged my scalp, working the shampoo into my hair and sending tingles down my spine. Slowly, the tension began to leak out of my shoulders.
"Rinse," he ordered, putting his hands in the spray of water.
I turned around and tipped my hair into the water, feeling my worries disappear with the bubbles down the drain. Again, he reached behind me and ran his fingers through my hair, working the soap out as his body pressed into mine. His arousal pressed firmly into my hip, but he seemed to ignore it, instead focusing on rinsing the soap out of every strand.
When my hair was rinsed clean, he tapped my shoulder to have me turn around again. I stood facing the water as he worked the conditioner in his hands and into my scalp. I could feel his body behind me. I could feel his firm lines and strength, but was lost to his gentle touch. His fingers worked in the slippery conditioner, coating every strand with smoothness.
I sighed and leaned into his touch. For the first time all day, I felt warm and safe. I pushed away the thoughts of my stepmother and found that with his touch, they didn't come rushing back. With his fingers in my hair, the bad thoughts stayed away. Only the thought of his touch remained.
His hands settled on my shoulders for a moment before beginning to knead. I groaned as he found the tense spots and pressed, working out the stress hiding deep in my muscles. Between the hot water and his strong hands, the tension didn't stand a chance.
I don't know how long we stood there, the hot water pouring over us and turning my skin red. The mirrors fogged and the room was cloudy with steam. He worked my body, using his hands to release tension in my back and shoulders.
For a moment, he started to grind against me. I knew that he was as turned on as I was, and this motion was practically involuntary. As his manhood slid between my legs for a moment, I heard him inhale sharply. A moment later, he seemed to snap out of it. "Rinse," he commanded, his voice deep and full of longing.
I turned and tipped my head back under the flow of water once again. The smooth conditioner left my hair silky and soft in his hands as he worked.
I opened my eyes once I finished rinsing and found myself staring into the ocean of his eyes. There was dark lust and bright desire flickering in his gaze. His body seemed to vibrate with pent up energy as he looked at me. I bit my lip gently before I turned around.
I knew that there was still one more way to release the tension in my body. I pushed back, feeling my butt press against his hardness again as his hands continued to work out the conditioner. I heard another sharp inhale of breath as my slippery skin stimulated the head of his cock. He began to thrust again, gently pressing himself against my body in cadence with my movements.
I felt his hands move lower, then touch my skin. His hands crept lower and lower until they were grasping my hips. He moved so that he pressed up against my back, and he pulled me tightly to him, keeping control of my body. He began to thrust with a little more power, his hard dick rubbing against my back as we simulated sex.