She moves quickly, happy to be out from my scrutiny. She turns the shower head on and gasps as aspray of cold water hits her from above.
She squeals silently in shock, then jumps out of the way, wiping the water from her eyes.
“Turn the dial to the left,” I tell her with a chuckle.
She does as I say. A moment later, steam begins to rise in soft spirals.
She steps under the shower again. The effect of the warm water completely changes her expression.
Her mouth falls open in a relieved O, and I feel my c**k throb a little more eagerly.
For several more minutes, there is only silence. Charlotte just stands there under the running water.
It’s almost as though she’s forgotten I’m here.
Even though her eyes never land on me, her body moves deliberately, conscious that she’s
