I followed Al into his big glass shower stall, where he turned on and adjusted the water. He stepped into the spray and allowed the hot water to run down his body.
"Soap is over there," he pointed to a pump-bottle of hair and body wash, "start with my back."
I pumped a good amount of liquid into my palm and Al turned away from me. I soaped up his back, making sure to cover every inch with soapy water. I ran my soapy hands up and down his back, cleaning and massaging him.
Al made appreciative noises.
"You're such a good little sub."
"Thank you sir, I try."
I pumped a little more liquid and, taking a knee, I soaped up his backside and legs, careful to do a good job for my sexy dom. Al turned is back into the spray and lifted a foot so I could wash it. I soaped up and rubbed his foot. As I did so I couldn't help but be aware of his big dick dangling above my head. My ass still tingled and felt odd from being fucked by it.
Placing his clean foot back on the tile, he lifted the other and I repeated the process of soaping and massaging.
Al rinsed his foot and then commanded me to kiss them both. 24 hours ago I would have felt weirded-out (and maybe a bit indignant) at the prospect but I didn't hesitate and planted kisses all over his feet. I was on my knees, prostrate in front of a naked older man in his shower, kissing his feet and enjoying myself. I thought of being of service to this sexy dom and a thrill of excitement ran through me.
"Back to work," Al commanded and I soaped up his legs and massaged his muscular thighs. Running my hands up and down, I covered every inch of them with soap suds. "Be sure to give my cock a good cleaning." he smirked "It's always a good idea after a bareback fuck. In case it ends up back in your mouth later."
"I hope it does sir," I responded.
"Do a good job and it might. I might let you suck my cock as a reward."
I soaped up my hands and turned my attention to his cock, soaping it and his pendulous balls. I gently caressed his balls, making sure I throughly cleaned them. His dick I soaped, stroked and squeezed. It was gratifying to see it not only become clean but start to thicken and grow.
Al turned back into the water and rinsed himself.
I soaped my hands again and then applied lather to his flat stomach and hard pecs. I ran my hands up and down, reflecting that this "chore" was something I'd be happy to do any time Al wanted. He rinsed himself off and soaped up his own underarms, quickly cleaning and rinsing.
Al stepped out of the spray and wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing an ass-cheek in both hands he pulled me close. I stood with my cheek against his chest, just above his nipples as he fondled and squeezed my ass.
"Clean yourself and come to bed," he whispered in my ear.