Looking for Mark, I followed a trail of clothing down the hall, smiling
at his discarded shirt, trousers, socks, and finally shorts. The trail
led me to the bathroom. Just as I came around the corner I heard the
shower starting to run. Smiling, I watched from the doorway as Mark
stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. For a moment I
watched him through the glass, the tall, lean body that I knew so well.

He stood there letting the steaming water run over him, his head tilted
back. I recalled his nakedness on other occasions, of intimate encounters,
and the memory brought a new surge of passion in me, a tingling in my loins
and I felt my nipples growing hard.

Casually, I began to discard my own clothing as I watched him. I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and let my long hair cascade down my back, then
slipped out of my cutoffs. My lips curled in a playful smile as I shrugged
out of my bra and stepped out of my panties, now totally nude. I tiptoed to
the shower door and opened it slowly and quietly.

Perhaps Mark was aware of me from the first moment I was there because he
did not act surprised when I stepped inside. He simply said,

“Hello, baby. Glad you could join me.” Then he pulled me into his arms as
the hot water cascaded over both of us while we embraced each other, not
moving.

We stood motionless for a long time, just holding each other. After awhile
Mark reached for the soap and began slowly rubbing it all over my shoulders
and my chest. As his strong, hard fingers glided over my flesh, I shuddered
at the pleasure it gave me. My breath was short and shallow, almost
gasping. Mark turned me around and soaped my back and my buttocks with
long, slow strokes, then my thighs and my legs.

He squatted behind me as he ran the soap slowly up each leg, all the way up
to my trembling pussy. Breathlessly, I parted my legs and leaned forward
against the wall of the shower, hungry for his touch.