The events of this story happened just over three months after the Xmas story in Part 2.
It was now Easter and we were again going down south to visit my mother-in-law. My wife had already driven down the night before. I caught the train after work and had just arrived.
I had been trying to run three miles a day for a month. I was half way through the month but hadn't yet missed a day. This one was going to be tricky however as I had just had a day of work and three hours on the train. I hadn't eaten. I needed to be on the treadmill as quick as possible so I could finish, have a shower and eat.
My wife had gone food shopping, so I was left all by myself and my mother-in-law. All she wanted to do was to talk. I had given her 15 minutes but now I needed to get ready for my run. I grabbed my running gear, a water bottle and a towel.
I was happy to strip down to my underwear in front of my mother-in-law, who just took it in as she continued to carry on her (mostly one-sided) conversation. Once I had put my tank top, shorts and shoes on, I made my excuse and went out to the treadmill in the garage.
I did my run and came out a sweaty mess. There was absolutely no airflow in the garage and no fan I could set up. My mother-in-law seemingly had not moved from the spot she had been sitting in when I had left and continued up another conversation, despite the sweaty, worn-out state I was now in.
This time she wanted to talk about pensions, which is something I was broadly across with the work I did. Unconsciously I started to take off my running gear. I was back down to my underwear. I hesitated for a minute in case she wanted to wrap up and head off. Nope, she kept talking. So, I just went ahead and peeled off the last piece of clothing. She looked down at my naked waist without missing a beat in her questions about pensions.
I held up a hand to get her to pause and announced I needed a shower. My mother-in-law however was on a roll and picks up a light dining chair and follows me into the bathroom where she plonks it in front of the shower door. The door is glass and I open it about six inches so I can hear what she is asking while the tepid water rains down over my head.
She is in reaching distance of the door and so opens it more. There is nothing for me to do but to answer her questions which have now gone onto taxation matters to do with pensions. I do enjoy this aspect of my work and her questions are basic enough.
I'm soaping myself up and enjoying the water. Suddenly I have to pee. I don't think I can wait until I've finished my shower. I could try turning my back and hide it but then I thought that everyone wees in the shower -- don't they?
Eventually, I just let the wee go as if nothing is happening. My willie lengthens slightly towards the ground as the wee comes out. It's a relief. My mother-in-law stops talking for the first time and watches the pee stream.
I finish washing myself and turn off the water. My mother-in-law grabs a towel and says that she will dry me. I step out of the shower and she reaches up and dries my back, then bottom and legs. She turns me around and dries my shoulders, my arms and chest. She runs the towel briefly over my cock and then does the front of my legs and feet.
I take the towel off her so I can dry my hair. As I'm drying, I can feel my cock getting heavier and fuller. Without seeing her I can tell she's looking straight at it, as it is at her eye level in her seated position and very close to her face.