The steam billowed out of the bathroom as he tentatively opened the door. The sound of running water from the shower muffled the voice singing. It was Aretha Franklin's anthem "Chain of Fools" sung low and slow, as though the voice was giving birth to each note as it was sung.
He was careful not to make any noise as he entered, however, she knew the moment she was no longer alone. After all, she left the outer door open for him. She was thrilled that he followed the cues broadcast from her mind- he was the only man who could read her so clearly, so precisely.
By the time he had all of his clothes off, she had used her hand to wipe a circular window through the fog on the glass. Her smiling face peered through the shower enclosure beckoning him come. Heeding her siren's song, he opened the glass door to see her covered in soapy lather with a razor in her hand. He surmised she was shaving her legs, under her arms and...
Stepping into the shower, he felt the water burning on his skin, almost unbearably hot. But the sight of her distracted him from the water. There she stood, her smile beaming as she watched him survey her nude form. The soapy water dripping down her curves gave him an instant erection. She was not bashful about watching as the girth of his shaft swelled and the head rose to her.