Grey suit, green tie, and a white button shirt. He'd already shaved, brushed his teeth, and put in his contacts. He was completely ready for work, but every perfect inch of her was still in the shower. With the sound of falling water drowning out most noise, he thought up an excuse to stay and flick his eyes over her. He took her in, using her body's reflection in the mirror so she wouldn't notice the stare. Not that she would care if he stared her up and down, but he enjoying flicking his eyes over her without her catching on just yet.
A light steam filled the small bathroom as the hot water poured over her. No matter how clever he thought he was, she knew he was looking. Could feel his eyes. She relished it and drew it out. Thoroughly soaping over her body, and taking her time. Nothing overly sexual about it, but the simple fact was, she was naked and he was near. She turned her back to him as the steam hid her only slightly behind the glass shower wall.
"Don't you need to get going?" She delivered the question with a hint of question and a bit of tease.
"It wouldn't hurt to get to work a little early," He responded, and then pivoted to face her, leaning his left hip against the faucet counter and watched her for a moment. Nodding at her as she turned to face him. A glass door, steam, and four feet of space separated them as he smiled at her. His eyes walked down her body and then back up as he titled his head to the side, slightly.
"Run along then" she directed, but the smile in her voice was evident. She slipped her hands through her hair, ensuring the final rinse was complete. Taking one step back in the shower, further separating the distance between them. "Or did you intend on being late....again." The smile in her voice spread to her face.
"What's in it for me, to be late to work?" His eyes noticed the one step retreat. Or, was she trying to draw him in. He couldn't get wet now. His grey suit, green tie, and white button up couldn't take it. He glanced at his watch. A nervous tick to distract him from the fact that it would be so easy to close the distance between them, and be very, very late to work.
"What's in it for you?" She redirected his question to him with a laugh. "What's in it for me?" She doubled down. "My place, ya know" Her hands slipped over her hips and back up into hair, intentionally putting herself on display. "I've got plenty to do today as well. So, what's in it for me...." She swallowed hard and looked him straight in the eyes. ".... if I were to let you stay."
He raised an eyebrow as they smirked at each other. He wanted her. She knew it. She wanted him too. He licked his lips and glanced down at his watch and did a quick calculation. He had time. Stepping toward the shower door and opening it, moving back as held the door, shower still running, as if to say "come on."
"Well, I'll let you pick." He stood and talked to her body for moment. "I could change over the laundry, make your lunch, or tongue fuck you." All three statements were made matter-of-factly, but his grin could not have been wider.
"Hmm..." taking a step toward him and dialing the shower off. "Decisions, decisions." She accepted the towel he handed her, but remained standing in the shower. "Let's see what is behind door number three," she said as she walked out of the shower, groped her dry hand over his covered cock, squeezed and then strode past him to the bedroom.
Coughing out a "Yes ma'am," as he flexed his dick as she groped. He then stood for a moment. "You're going to make me late." He called out with a smile and then followed her into the bedroom. As he turned the corner, she lay presented, back to the headboard and seated with her legs spread wide. Her feet flat to the bed and her knees raised.
"I can't say that I am sorry," she said as she ran her hands up her inner thighs to her knees and then down between her legs, patting the space on the bed between her legs. "Make quick work for me if you're worried about it."
