What follows is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the closest thing to innocence we could find.
Over the course of the 22 years that I have been alive, certain things have come to my attention. First off, I should point out, that people are cruel. They enjoy pushing the limits that other people seek to set for themselves, and while this isn't always a bad thing, it often leads to someone getting hurt. Sometimes however, pushing the limits can be a great deal of fun as well.
Second, I should point out that anything that is considered an affront to a person's pride is more likely to push those limits even further. This is why we learn, even when we are young, that "daring" someone to do something, can often provide interesting, an unexpected results.
The night in question, I was working. I had just finished closing up the store, and was in all honesty pretty pissed off. I'd spent a long time working with customers and yet nobody was buying today, and unfortunately, no sales, means no money for me come payday. It was a lousy way to start a Friday night.
I hopped in my jeep and drove home, making my way through the crowded streets with nothing save a hot shower and the company of a decent book on my mind. Little did I know what was in store for me.
When I finally climbed the hill and pulled into the driveway of the house, I was astonished to see that the place looked a bit like a used car lot. I recognized four or five of the vehicles, but the others were new to me. I shrugged idly as I parked my jeep in the garage and took note of the number of people there. Looked like my older brother was hosting another one of his drinking parties for his friends, it was nothing too out of the ordinary, so I said hello to the people that I knew and made my way inside.
About an hour later, my need for a shower was overwhelming, so I made my way upstairs. I could hear the cantor of voices floating in off the patio, and as I was standing at the kitchen sink, getting a cup of water, I listened to my brother telling stories to everyone.
"So, there I was on the eighth hole, ball sitting in a damned sand trap of all fucking places! I grabbed the wedge and took the shot. I'll be damned if that mother fucker didn't hit the pin!"
I laughed softly as he had told the story before...he loved to pretend that he was good at golf...although I guess for an amateur, he's not too bad. I guess he noticed me standing at the window around then, and called up to me. "Hey, Chance! I shot a 93 at Afton today."
My own sense of humor was a bit more sarcastic and witty than his, and despite his best efforts, he often found himself as the brunt end of some scathing remarks. This time was no different, save for the sadistic enjoyment that I garnered from doing it in front of his friends.
"Oh? Was that on nine holes? Or eighteen?" I quipped with a smile.
His friends hooted and hollered at the comment and started making jests of their own at my brother, who only sat there looking flustered for a moment before shaking his head in defeat. Two in particular seemed to think the joke particularly funny. Milissa, one of my brother's friends from college, and a woman named Tyna, which I had only met once or twice, and didn't know particularly well. Bill just flipped me off and tried to go casually back to his card game, but the damage had been done.
I stood there for a few more minutes, talking with people, not wanting to go outside because the only thing I had on was a pair of boxers and though I'm not the least bit shy about displaying my athletic body, the obvious bulge of my soft cock would surely draw attention.
After those few minutes, I retreated from the kitchen, listening to the sounds of whatever new game they were playing, and made my way into the bathroom. I pushed the door shut and turned on the water, letting it heat up as hot as it would go. That's the best way to ease the tension out.
I sat down on the floor of the shower, letting the steam rise up around me for a few moments, stretching my legs a little and then stood up into the excruciatingly hot water, letting it sluice over my body. Second by second I felt the heat penetrate the muscles of my back and I luxuriated in it, letting out a low moan as I leaned forward against the wall.
Now, I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events at this point, but take my word for it, I was surprised, even if I didn't let it show. There I was, in the shower of my own home and all of a sudden I feel the soft hands of a woman pressed up against my back and slowly working there way down my spine.
I think I would've jumped, if it hadn't been for the hot water. My first response was to assume that I had imagined it, but as the hands persisted, they were accompanied by a voice that shocked my out of my over-relaxed reverie.
"Mmmmm...you do like it hot, don't you?"
I turned my head over my shoulder and my body soon followed as I took in Milissa's naked form. She was physically perfect from most men's perspective, I suppose. Her tits were nice and firm, with upturned nipples and a shape that drew the attention of even the most faithful man. Her pale Irish skin was decidedly free of freckles, save for one or two along her arms, and it gave off a rosy glow in the red light of the shower's heat lamp.
Naturally my eyes took in much more than the shape of her tits and the glow of her skin. She stood facing me with her legs parted slightly, as if to let the water run along her bare pussy and get it wet for her. Not even a single strip of hair remained, and the skin looked so soft and smooth that I longed to reach out and touch it. From there my eyes traveled the rest of the way down the floor to her feet, admiring the turn of her calves and the overall curve of her body. She was truly a beautiful woman.
Of course, there is a price a man pays for seeing the beautiful body of a naked woman such as Milissa, and I was paying the price in spades as my cock sprang to life. I swear in the space of the three seconds it took me to admire her naked body, my cock went from limp against my leg to hard as steel and craving attention from this luscious beauty.
"What are you doing here?" I asked with obvious interest in the answer.
"Well, I wanted a shower, and you were already in here, so I figured that I'd just have to share." She said, trying as best as a naked woman can to look innocent.
"Right..." My mind was working overtime to compute this, but it just wasn't adding up. The only thing I could come up with somehow involved my brother, but I was missing a piece of the puzzle. I'm only human though, I was hardly about to complain when the girl climbed naked into my shower.
"Anyways, now that I'm here, make room for me..."
I smiled my best mischievous grin at her and moved aside, letting the metal rod that was my cock skim against her leg as I moved. It was at that point that she first seemed to take note of the effect she'd had on me.
