I came home and I switched my shower on but nothing happened. It started to play up something chronic and I don’t know why all of a sudden it wasn’t working. I had to have a shower though because the heat was getting to me like nothing else. The sweat was just pouring off me. I was wondering what to do and thought it best to use the family bathroom down the hall. No one was in, so I could basically do what I liked.
I made my way over to the middle of the landing holding on to my towel and toiletries. The poor bathroom felt unused. I bet no one has ever been in it before. The lovely marble sink is waiting for me just at the door, with the shower tucked neatly in the corner. To the right was a huge Jacuzzi bath that looked inviting, but it was probably best I didn’t use that. It will only make me as sexually frustrated as I felt.
I slipped open the glass door to the shower and turned on the faucet. Once the water felt tepid I slid the towel down to the floor and walked in. The water was lovely. I stood there for a while with my eyes closed just savouring the moment. I turned around to wet my hair, taking in just how good this all felt. I put some shampoo in my hair and starting lathering. Once rinsed I went to work on the rest of me. I trailed my hand down across my breast and squeezed my nipple. I pushed my head back, eyes still closed fantasising that Jake was here with me touching me, caressing my whole body.
I pictured an image of his lips and the way they curved up into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen on the planet. I placed my hand down towards my sex and squeezed ever so lightly. My heart racing, I go to work rinsing off the rest of the suds tracing my hands across my breasts until my nipples were rock hard. I push my head back one more time to make sure the suds are all out of my head, and when I’m satisfied, I pull my head back up and open my eyes.
My heart skips a few beats as I stare into the eyes of the most beautiful turquoise green. Our eyes are locked for a few seconds, him gaping at me and me feeling like the world’s worst pervert for touching myself up. Why did I forget to shut the door? And why did I do what I just did? But above all of those questions, just how long has Jake been standing there?
My gasping is what jolted us both out of our longing stare. Jake quickly about turns and leaves. In my panic I quickly shut the shower off, run out, then slip going arse over on the bathroom floor.
“Shit, shit, shit, and double shit!” I shouted. God my bum was going to be sore later.
“Ana, are you ok?”
Jake walks in and I’m still bare ass naked on the floor. Oh how much more embarrassing can this get? He quickly averts his eyes and holds out his hand to lift me up. The problem being is, he does so with such severity, that as I got up, I slam bang into his wonderfully solid chest. If all this wasn’t so fucking totally embarrassing it would be comical.
My hair—and everything else dripping wet—is now soaking the T-shirt that Jake is so finely wearing. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up to him. We stare again for a few moments, time standing still. The only thing moving are our hearts beating against each other’s chest. Surely he’s not feeling what I do.
I look down towards his lips and can’t help but lick my own in sweet tortured anticipation of locking his with mine. He trails his eyes down towards my lips catching the moment they let me down and gave the game away.
I suddenly feel something hard against my groin and I gasp knowing that this is affecting him as much as me. The fire between my legs burn hotter than they could have ever done in that shower, but of course the shower just helped tip me into the horny mush I’m in now. I wait in glorious agony for him to make the first move. I grip his arm, breasts heaving against his chest. How many more hints does he need?
His eyes seem to study every square inch of my face and the thought sends me into overdrive. If he doesn’t kiss me soon I think I’m going to explode. Without thinking he seems to squeeze me into him a little deeper and my legs turn to jelly.
I’m yours, goddammit, take me, my head screams.
The need for him quickly turns to rejection as he releases me and turns his head, but not before noticing just how erect my nipples are for his touch right now.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
He’s trying to look everywhere but me now as I frantically grab my towel off the floor and wrap it around me.
“Are you ok?” Jake asks.
No I’m not fucking ok. I feel ashamed as hell, rejected as hell and sexually frustrated as hell. Of course I’m not ok.
“I’m fine. Thank you for helping me.”
He nods his head still unable to look in my direction and swiftly heads down the stairs. How am I going to look him in the eyes now?