He called me last night and wants me to come to his place for a shower date.I said, “I got my own damn shower. Why come to your place?” He said, “Mmmm.I am gonna have the water nice and hot. No lights – just a couple of scented candles, reflecting in the mirror. You’ll let me take off your clothes, piece by piece, then I’m gonna escort you into the shower and I’m going to get in with you.”

Have to say, it was intriguing so far. Then what? “I am just gonna look at my baby for a minute, at how beautiful you are..how fine you are. Appreciating that you are all mine, turning you around with my hand in the small of your back, careful that you don’t slip, so I can see all of you and decide what to do with you. I’ll set the shower wand to a gentle pulse and guide it up and down your beautiful body to make your skin glisten with the hot pellets of water. Then I am gonna get the soap and I’m gonna lather every nook and cranny of your body. You will like the hardness of the soap bar and the feel of my fingers as I rub it over you, short deliberate strokes that wake up your skin and relax your muscles.”

“Then I am gonna have you lather me, as I lean against the wall and gaze in your obedient eyes. When you have finished your job I am gonna grab your shoulders and hug you so tight..our bodies wet and slippery. Your hard nipples pressing against my chest make me want more of you, I’ll grab your bare ass and pull your pussy against me. You’ll feel my hard cock rising up, wanting you.”

This was sounding good, I could see in my mind the steamy shower and our naked bodies slick with soap. Flickering candlelight and the sound of water bouncing off of my back as I searched his face for a clue as to what he wanted next. I was willing. Eager. Waiting.

Yes, he knew that a shower invitation would get my attention and I was over there in 12 minutes, robe in hand.