Audra scrunched her hand around her ropes of golden brown hair.
They traversed the length of her long, silky strands holding onto each other thanks to the water's effect. From her scalp to the blades of her shoulders, her tiny white hands cooperated to massage the peach-scented gel into her mop.
She ran her fingers through her oaky tresses one last time before closing her eyes and ducked her head into the water's stream. The shampoo trickled down her wetted hair, feeling gravity's pull toward her breasts and back. She rolled her head beneath the faucet, moving the water around.
As she rinsed, she heard the door to the bathroom open.
"James?" she called, pulling her head away from the water's flow. She swiped the front of her face and brushed her hair from it. "Honey, I just started."
Through the frosted glasses, she saw his blurry image approaching.
The door swung open. There stood James, dressed the same as the moment he was born. Audra drank him with her eyes — the dark hair, firm shoulders and tender belly. Her eyes continued down, looking at the part of him that moments ago was giving her such intense pleasure. She unconsciously licked her lips.
As her naked lover opened the door, he admired her feminine splendor. She turned her head to look at him and they locked eyes briefly. A few strands of her wetted brown locks matted against her round, cute face. A smooth neck that rested upon petite shoulders. Firm, young breasts that provided an adequate handful. Her slender figure gently curving outward at the hips, revealing two plump, gorgeous cheeks. All supported by slender, freshly shaved legs.
He stepped into the stall, closing the door behind him. His arms reached out to pull her in.
"Let me help," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling and kissing her neck. She rocked her head to the left, closed her eyes and enjoyed the simultaneous sensation of the water dripping onto her and James' mouth's maneuvers.
As a hand slid up to squeeze one of her breasts, James' other hand reached for the shampoo. Even though he smelled she had already cleaned it, he knew she loved it.
She turned around to face him, watching as he squirted a shot of the bottle's contents into his hand. Her mind flashed back to the minutes before the shower.
She watched him as he swabbed his hands with her shampoo. She reached out and stroked his arms.
"You are a naughty boy, James," she said. She was trying desperately to be coy, but she knew all too well that James saw right through it. Perhaps he even enjoys, it, she thought.
"Turn back around, Audra," he said.
Audra did so, now facing the stream of the faucet again. She closed her eyes as James' hands landed on her scalp. He stroked and pressed in the shampoo, his fingers streaming through her honey tresses. Her thin lips failed to conceal her pleasure.
"Mmm, that feels nice, honey," she said.
James observed her with quiet awe. He was so smitten, but he dared not show it to her. Just looking at her trembling for him was beginning to arouse him again. He stared at the little curled locks of hair, wet and nestled upon her neck and shoulders. They ended at her shoulder blades, giving him ample excuse to rub her back and glide his hands back up to the top of her head.
"Rinse, Audra" he said, watching her lean forward. His hands continued to stroke her locks, helping rid them of the gel.
Audra still was rinsing her hair when she felt a slippery rectangle of soap glide across her naked belly. In circular strokes, the shape and the hand pressing it worked into a bubbly lather which the water saw fit to wash away as quickly as it appeared.
Another hand, from the opposite direction, slowly slid from the top of her head down, tracing the wetted hair's path toward her breast. It stopped at her heart and pressed into her flesh. She knew the palm felt its thudding, and the hand's source was helping quicken its throbs.
The foreign hand repositioned, fingertips now relocating in a pattern of investigation of the nearby nipple, which protruded to seek out its visitor. The nipple's owner tossed her hair backward with a sigh as she melted inside the moving hands and arms.
She cooed as he touched her, now gently squeezing the nipple and the flesh on which it sits. The soap-holding hand stroked her left thigh and around to her rear. Audra rubbed relentlessly against the soap-holding hand when it made its move to her backside.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Audra?"
The young woman let out a low, lengthy moan to show her agreement. Though it had been visited already this evening, a sweet, tingling hunger grew between her legs.
She loved being inside his arms. She was fiercely independent, almost stubbornly so at times. It'd cost her previous romances. But there was something so familiar she struggled to comprehend about how right she felt.
As his hands roamed freely across her bare flesh, curiously avoiding the area she was begging for them to visit most, she rolled her head to the side. Her hips pushed her ass back at him, feeling his growing hunger for her between his legs. She captured the evidence between the globes of her shapely bottom and began a twisting motion, sliding the man's organ up and down in the valley between.
