This one was a surprise. Gypsy satisfied a fantasy before I even had a chance to fantasise about it!
Power showers! You have to love them. It was a cold morning, so I set it so that the water to all but stripping and cooking the skin off of my back, the bathroom steaming up.
I was staying at Gypsy's after a great meal at her place the night before with a group of friends. Something Greek that I can never remember the name of, but it was incredibly good. The wine flowed, laughs were had, and eventually, the night ended with two heading home and from the sound of snoring few more sleeping around the house.
I had reserved my place on the sofa early on saying, "that's my bed," once the conversation got around to drinking and driving. I knew Gypsy wouldn't mind me staying over.
No one really knew about what Gypsy and I got up to. Some assumed that there might be something between us as we spent so much time in each other's company. Others just accepted that we were what we said we were, friends, and that nothing else was involved in our relationship. As for us, we did not publicise or show any indication that we were any more than platonically involved. Which we were, albeit interspersed with moments of random passion.
While we were not exactly at it like rabbits, every couple of weeks something would happen as a result of my new found freedom to describe my fantasies to Gypsy. Having put so many to writing for her to read, she had started to get more and more in to them, from time to time she even made some a reality.
The shower was next to Gypsy's bedroom, the lock had no key so there was potential for a little embarrassment here and there. But with the shower going like a fire hose and me humming some tune I could not get out of my head, anyone outside would know there was someone inside.
I needed a shave and not having any wash kit there, made use of the lady's razor that I assumed Gypsy used for her legs. Hey don't judge! How many guys out there have had their razor abused by a lady!
I didn't hear the bathroom door open and only knew someone was there as the shower door made a noise.
Gypsy in a gown. A black silky Item that I had bought with her when we went for one of our periodic pantiless shopping trips. It had gotten to the stage where Gypsy hardly ever wore panties when I was around. She knew what it did for me and enjoyed having me on the edge even when she teasingly didn't allow anything to happen between us. Damn, she knew how to get me worked up!
Gypsy slipped the gown off of her shoulders, and saying "good morning" came in with me as I finished shaving.
