Kate let the water and steam engulf her achy body. She'd been so tired that she nearly passed out in her sweaty work clothes, but when she arrived home to a note saying her roommates wouldn't be back until the next day, she had to take advantage of a sinfully long, hot shower. After all, she afforded herself so few luxuries these days. The length of this soak would be epic; no knocks on the door reminding her of the time, no unceremonious toilet flushes meant to scald her into jumping out. Kate loved her roommates, but she fantasized about the day when she would have a shower all to herself.
She squeezed a dollop of shampoo into her hand and worked her long, brown locks into a lather, winding it into a soapy bun at the top of her head. Lost in the calm of the shower spray at her back, Kate's mind began to wander. Massaging her scalp in tingly circles, she imagined it was a sexy stranger standing behind her, his long fingers alleviating her stress and moving down her neck to work out the knots held there.
Shivers of sensation spread down from her head to her toes as Kate moved deeper into her erotic fantasy. The sexy stranger tilted her head back, allowing the water to wash away the foamy lather from her chestnut brown locks. Free of its soapy entanglements, her hair fell straight down her spine, almost brushing the round rise of her ample ass.
With her hair clean and shampoo-free, Kate moved on to an exotic scented cream body wash her roommate Tara had gotten her hooked on. She knew she should just get the cheap stuff, but nothing felt silkier on her full milky orbs than this stuff, and the smell was slightly sweet and intoxicating. In her mind's eye, her stranger worked up a bubbly lather, moving first across her shoulders then circling south, being sure to avoid her nipples. Any self-respecting sexy stranger would know to draw this out, to tease her, to stretch the boundaries of pleasure.
Kate loved the way the bubbles formed foamy peaks on each of her giant breasts. She was blessed young, and she relished in the weight of them, cradling one and then the other in her soapy arms, her stranger's arms. One bubble broke free and slid lazily from clavicle to tender rose-tipped nipple. She gasped at the feather-light caresses; it really had been too long. She could cum from an opportune light breeze while waiting for the bus. For now, though, the bubbles were her sexy stranger's fingertips, running lightly all over her breasts, teasing her nipples.
Lost in this fantasy of feather-light caresses and soap bubble lovers, Kate didn't hear the knock on the door or the man entering her apartment. Her pulse was quickening with each tweak of her sensitive nipples and her face was flushing with arousal. The bathroom door opened a crack, and still she was unaware of the stranger sharing her steam. Kate was alone in her thoughts, washing away her stress, her sweat, in the purifying spray of the shower's powerful pressure. It wasn't until a man's throat cleared just outside the door that she was snapped out of her erotic trance.
Jumping at the intrusion, Kate slipped and landed on her ass, her petite frame folding into the bottom of the tub, a shower of body cleaning products raining down on her with the jet stream of steamy water. The door flew open and he rushed in, throwing open the curtain, exposing Kate's nakedness to a chill from the hall.
"Oh my god. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
And suddenly there he was, staring down at her naked body. Kate had never allowed herself to truly picture the details of the sexy stranger who haunted her fantasies, and yet she knew this was him, standing in her bathroom. She feared she must have hit her head on the way down though she didn't recall doing so. How else to explain this olive-skinned god staring down at her, his hazel eyes looking on with concern? And then she panicked. Was he here to kill her? Was this some sort of burglary gone totally sexy? Kate opened her mouth to scream, but a strong, warm hand covered her mouth as the mystery man leaned into the shower over her.
"Please. I'm not going to hurt you. I just moved in next door, and I came by to see if you had a hammer since mine is still packed. The door was open, and I thought I heard a shriek or something from the bathroom so I came in to check it out. I thought maybe someone was hurt."
Kate felt mortified as she realized the shriek that brought this sexy beast of a man into her apartment had been one of her sounds of pleasure. She was fairly certain her entire body blushed at the idea that her sexual whimpers sounded like an elderly woman in danger. She became acutely aware of his clothes getting wetter the longer he leaned over her. His grey t-shirt was plastered to his strong shoulders, and his dark hair was beginning to drip over his blue-green eyes.
"I'm going to take my hand away, and then we'll get you up. Okay?"
She was too shocked to respond, but Kate nodded slightly as he pulled away. She watched him reach around her, picking up razors, bars of soap, loofahs, and tossing them on the tile floor of the bathroom. She was putty. She'd been so close to climax just from light nipple play that her legs were jelly before being scared to death by this tall, dark stranger. She felt like a mute idiot, unable to speak, unable to move, just sitting in the steam and heat of the shower, completely naked and without shame in front of the man of her fantasies.
Kate realized that he was focusing very hard on some loofahs he'd thrown on the tile. Her breasts were dripping and heaving as she started to shiver from a draft in the hall, and it dawned on her that he was trying not to look at her milky white tits. The way his clothes were stuck to him, it was impossible for him to hide his own mound growing in his soaked jeans.
