[Day 5, Dec. 24 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
The second I stepped into the bathroom, the heat enveloped me, the air thick with steam. The mirror was completely fogged over, and droplets slid lazily down the glass, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart.
And then I saw her.
Her back was to me, framed perfectly by the misty glass shower door. Water rolled down her bare skin, tracing every curve.
Her wet hair clung to her back, and her ass... God, her ass. Round and perfect, bouncing slightly as she shifted under the spray.
I felt my chest tighten and my co*k harden dangerously.
Her body was art—fluid, sensual, and completely unaware of the power it held over me. I stood frozen for a moment, my fingers curling at my sides as the last shred of restraint I had left disintegrate
