Arthur locked the door properly, removed the robe he was wearing and his legs took him straight to the bathroom door. He placed his hand on the knob and biting his lips with anticipation, he turned it and....
Voilà! The door was open!
There was the sweet symphony of water gushing through the showerhead and flowing through her body and hitting the floor. He could already imagine her under the shower.
He stepped in and the glass shower enclosure was misted with steam and he couldn't see clearly as everything looked frosty.
With no qualms, he opened the door and stepped in. His heart was beating like a war drum, but he didn't care.
There she was...
She was washing the shampoo off her hair, and her auburn brown hair in little curls were sticking to her back.
Oh, how he wished to be her hair now!
Below was her full tush which he wanted to give a smack. The water ran down her creme like skin in veins along her long legs that had a very perfect shape.
