It was only when I realized that the obnoxious odor I thought was coming from my trash can was actually coming from me that I decided to take a shower that afternoon. Fighting the need to gag when I pulled my tee shirt over my head, I tossed it in the hamper and removed the rest of my clothes. Although I debated with myself whether or not to simply burn the clothes, I tossed them all into the hamper and figured I'd trust the washing machine to magically transform them back into something acceptable.
I walked over the cold tile floor and reached into the shower, turning the hot water knob until the water kind of flowed through the showerhead. Yeah, it had been a while since I cleaned the gunk out of the showerhead, so saying the water flowed might be an exaggeration, it was more like a trickle-flow. Anyway, at that rate I knew it would take a few minutes so I wandered back into my bedroom and began studying some of the porn magazines I had in my collection.
Hey, I'm no pervert, the collection is actually part of an unofficial, unscientific study I was doing to determine which over-the-counter porn mag had the most obscene (delightful?) porn. After hours of exhaustive study I had narrowed the choices down to about four different ones and now I was just looking deeply for the winner. Anyway, after some time perusing the magazines, I noticed a few wisps of steam peeking through the doorway so I headed for the shower.
Once again I crossed the, now damp, cold floor and opened the shower door. Needless to say, after the few moments I spent studying the magazines had my cock was quite hard, so I turned on a bit of cold water and then, covering my erection with my hands, I climbed into the shower. When the water cooled enough to be bearable, I moved under the slow flow of water and grabbed the soap.
Quickly kneading my hands generating a lather, I ran my hands quickly under my arms, down between my legs and then over each foot. Once those trouble spots were covered, I could relax, soap up again and this time slowly begin circling my chest with my soapy fingers. Moving them in increasingly tighter concentric directions, I slowly honed in on my nipples until I gently brushed over the small, but hard nubs.
I could feel the tingling sensation run through my body and down the shaft of my cock. Planning to tease myself a bit more I continued toying with my nipples when I felt an odd sensation on my cock... well really not odd, it felt like someone had just touched it. Glancing down I noticed two beautiful hands, not just any type beautiful hands, these were hand model hands, like you'd see on TV or in a magazine advertising expensive jewelry or hand cream.
Anyway, the hands were lightly touching my cock, circling over it as if trying to decide just the best way to take hold of it. Looking at the hands, I let my gaze follow up their forearms, past their elbows, but about midway up the upper arm everything was covered with a cloud of steam. Now, since I turned on a bit of cold water, the steam coming from my shower had mostly dissipated, but this was a cloud so thick I couldn't see anything beyond her arms.
I reached my hand out, hoping to touch a breast or at least part of a woman I could pull on into the shower with me, but the two hands immediately blocked me. As I paused, one hand held up one finger and waved it back and forth before me and I was reminded of first grade when my beautiful, young teacher would scold me, running her finger back and forth just like that.
Giving up on reaching out and pulling the woman into the shower, I simply leaned back and let her have her way with my cock. The hands quickly returned to me, finally wrapping themselves around my shaft and starting to stroke up and down. They weren't soaped up, but the hands were so soft they slid easily over my sensitive skin.
