I heard the shower stop. It's not that I was pacing near the door, but well I was pacing near the door when it shut off. The bathroom in question is across the hall from the primary bedroom and although there is a bath there, you choose the guest bath across the hall. I gave it a minute then without knocking I opened the door, which you hadn't locked. Steam flowed out into the hall, the room smelled of shampoo and soap, the air was damp and warm. You stood, your waist and thighs wrapped in a pristine white towel, in front of the vanity mirror, your hairy chest still wet. I can see beads of water on the ends of your hair, at the back of your neck, I can see them on your shoulders as well. You turn slightly to look at me standing in the door.
"You like it hot, I see," I said trying for flirtatious and instead just sounding awkward.
"I do like it hot," you started, playing along, "want to see how hot.....I can't," you say, "that's just too damn corny."
We both laugh and I step in and move behind you, I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you into me. My linen shirt hits your back and glues us together for a moment, absorbing the wetness of your broad back. My grey sweat, and my cock in them, press against your towel and your ass in it. You're taller than I am, so my face hits in the middle of your neck. I lean forward and kiss your skin, warm from the shower, wet, a little red, you taste amazing. I can smell the soap, strongly, this close. I lift one hand and run it through your wet hair. You shake it out and it sprays me with more water.
I kiss down to your shoulder, licking beads of water off them, moving left to right across the top of your back. My hands find your chest again and I run my fingers through the fur there, which is still damp. The wet fur is wet and coarse as it slides between my fingers. I move my hands down your body, and they encounter the barrier that is the top of the towel.
I'm now kissing the middle of your back, between your shoulder blades, you flex as my mustache and beard tickles your back. In the front, my hand moves down, over the towel and I caress your cock, through the plush terry cloth material. The towel is wet from the cursory swipe over your body, I can feel your cock growing under my hand through it. I caress its length as I feel it grow.
I'm bending now, my knees hit the mat in front of the sink and my lips have reached your lower back. I kiss the small of your back and push the towel down, exposing just the hint of your ass crack. My tongue traces the crack as far as it can with the towel in place. My hand on your front has now worked your cock to its full 6.5 inches and you're tenting the towel under my hands. You groan slightly as my tongue and hands both work your body. It's music to my ears.
