I love to shower with her. If we're keeping different hours, we'll still get up to shower together, even if it means one of us going right back to bed afterwards. It's not that we fool around in the shower (at least, not always :) It's just that a chance to hold your lover as warm water envelops you both is not to be missed. Some mornings it's the only good reason to get out of bed.
This morning she left the bathroom before me, leaving me the mirror and some elbow room for shaving. As I was rinsing my face, I thought I heard the phone ring. My curiosity aroused, I returned to the bedroom.
At first I forgot the phone entirely. I've obviously seen her naked, and in every state of dress and undress, but somehow...
She wore only a towel wrapped in her hair like a turban. One arm was raised over her head, twirling a corner of the towel in her fingers. Her raised arm lifted one breast slightly. My eyes ran down the long smooth unbroken line of skin: The back of her arm, the curve of her breast, the side of her belly, hip, thigh, and calf...
Yes, I'd seen her naked before, but she still took my breath away.
I don't know how long I stared before the words "Hi Dad" brought me back to reality. Of course. Only her parents would call this early on a Saturday morning. Well, afternoon really. Still, I couldn't help but smile at the humor of it. My lover, naked before me, talking to her parents about classes, siblings, and how the teams were doing back home.
She neither saw nor heard me approach, so lost was she in the story she was telling. I slipped an arm around her neck and she reached up to hold it lightly, lovingly. I kissed her ear, her neck, a small droplet of water on her still damp shoulder. She showed no sign that she noticed.
I traced the tip of one finger down her breast to the nipple, freeing a drop of water that clung there. No reaction. I cupped her breast and squeezed gently. Nothing. One more gentle caress around her nipple, another, then my fingers trailed slowly down her belly, circling her navel. Still nothing. She chatted with her parents as if they were all around the kitchen table. My fingers continued lower, tangling in her pubic hair, lower to....
That got a reaction. She slapped my wrist like a youngster reaching for a cookie. I let go of her and pulled away, our drying skin sticking together briefly. Again she was so involved in her conversation she didn't notice my departure any more than my arrival. A wry grin spread on my lips. As you know, this means war :)
I walked around to face her. God she was beautiful. For a moment, all the evil thoughts left my mind, pushed out by the curve of her shoulder, her perfect breasts, the slight swell of her pubic mound, her laugh. Oh god, her laugh... At last I was reminded of the phone, her parents, and my childish need to distract her.
