Archive-name: Casual/shower.txt

Archive-author: Vermillion

Archive-title: Shower





She was standing in the bathroom powdering and rubbing lotion

onto her legs.  She had a dark towel wrapped around her body and

another around her head.  The bathroom was warm and steamy from

the shower as she wiped the mirror to look at herself.  Thoughts

about today's presentation were running through her head.  She

was excited about the topic, and felt good about the work it

represented.  Lipstick, she thought, a little lipstick.  The

shower door opened, and she turned to kiss her lover.  "Open your

towel" he said, in a low voice.  Her mind, somewhere else, came

skidding back to his words, "Huh?" She was a little confused. 

"Open your towel" he said again, pantomiming what he wanted her

to do, holding his hands wide.  She blushed and shook her head

no.  "Yes" he said, simply, a command.  She undid the towel,

embarrassed, her mind filled with thoughts of being too heavy and

being unattractive.  "Wider" he said.  And she complied, not

raising her eyes.  He murmured something appreciative, but she

barely heard.  One warm finger traced a line from nipple to just

below her navel.  "Beautiful" was his last word as he walked past

her, out into the bedroom.  She stood there, nude and shaking for

a moment as he shut the door.  Only after he had gone, did she

realize he was naked, too, but she hadn't even noticed.



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