Russell’s white briefs strained at the crotch. He was full and hard and instead of a slow reveal, his briefs were on the floor in one, quick motion. He fondled his manhood while he scooped his clothing out of the tub and turned on the water. Instead of facing the shower head, he faced the glass wall and watched Tessa as he used the soap as lubricant and his hand for friction. Tessa watched, fascinated. She’d never seen a man masturbate before. Her core was warm and becoming wet. Russell stopped before he climaxed. He rinsed the soap off and wiggled his finger at Tessa.
He wants me to come into the bathroom, Tessa thought, and felt embarrassed. The longer she watched Russell, the more aroused she had become. She’d gotten so wet her dress had a stain on it.
He wiggled his finger a second time, and shouted, “Don’t make me come get you.”
Tessa went to the bathroom and stood in front of the tub.
“A little striptease goes a long way towards getting the juices flowing,” Russell said. “If you’re unsure with a man, sometimes it’s a good way to begin.” Russell stepped out of the tub. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I’ve never tried to take my clothes off, sexy.”
“Just have fun with it and you’ll find your own style.”
He took a seat on the bed and motioned for her to begin. Tessa’s face was almost the color of the pomegranate silk she wore. She unzipped the dress and slowly shimmied until the top of the dress fell forward. She lifted her arms out of the armholes and wondered what to do next. Russell was staring at her, and she felt like a complete idiot.
Tessa decided to take off her dress. She wiggled her hips until it fell to the tub. She stepped out of it and placed it on the top of the towel rack. Now she was in her sexy bustier, a little askew thanks to her hurried redressing in the club ladies room. And, of course, she had the skin tight shaper slip Russell hated. She glanced at Russell and he was smiling.
To bare her breasts and belly or her whole bottom half? She was embarrassed to do either, but eventually she’d do both, so she opted to remove the slip first. Tessa gripped the slip and tugged it down to her ankles. It wasn’t graceful but the slip had gripping power and it wasn’t moving without a fight. She stepped out of it and looked at Russell. His smile was gone, replaced by a very intense stare. It gave Tessa goose bumps.
Now she was down to the bustier, since she hadn’t worn undies. She could unhook it and get on with the shower, or she could give Russell a real show. The devil on her shoulder squealed with delight. The angel was stunned into silence.
Instead of removing her bustier, she adjusted the shower head and positioned herself so the spray was a direct hit on her crotch. She moistened her fingers in the spray, and began to rub her clitoris. When she glanced at Russell, he was standing…and clapping. She felt her face flame with heat, but she was proud she’d overcome her body shame enough to put on a little show.
Tessa was too tense to enjoy the self-stimulation, but she stayed with it long enough to satisfy Russell. She unhooked her bustier and stepped under the water. While she soaped, she forgot she had an audience. She’d gotten so grimy at the club that her focus was getting clean, not getting off. She was interrupted by a rap on the glass.
“You’re not bathing the cat,” Russell said, loudly enough to be heard over running water. He pointed to Tessa’s mound, which she’d been washing with determined efficiency.
Tessa shrugged, rinsed, and turned the water off.
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