I see you preparing for your morning shower through your partially open bedroom shades. You are bending down to slip your panties off. You don't let them drop, instead you guide them all the way down and over your feet. This is very erotic to me, and I start breathing hard. You are now standing in front of your dresser mirror, taking in the image of your body. Of course, you are not the only one. It's then that my mind is made up. I must have you. Use your body to quench the fire in me that you have caused. I wait impatiently. I hear the water starting and make my way to the back door...
You are in the shower after a leisurely morning sipping coffee and thinking about having sex. Horny and alone, you slip a finger between your folds as the water cascades down your body. You stop suddenly, thinking maybe the phone had rung, or was it something else? Contented that it was nothing, you slip back into your fantasy, lazily fingering around your clit, content with a slow, strong orgasm.
I see you in the shower through the glass, I'm almost sure you are playing with yourself. I am too far-gone now, past the point of morality or conscience. I silently slip out of my clothes, all the while stealing glances around the corner of your naked body. I make a little noise, but I don't think that you have heard. At last I am naked and I make my way towards the shower. I take my belt with me, knowing you may not be at all willing.