Cherry Chapstick

Chapter Twenty Four

After we were completely free of the giant bubbles, Leslie turned the knob and the hot spray died down. We stood there dripping looking at each other before she broke the silence.

“Well I guess I’ll grab up something to dry off with.” She still stood there looking at me as if waiting for something.

“Yeah that would be nice.” I told her.

She stood motionless for another few moments and then finally opened the glass shower door. Cold air immediately rushed in chilling me. My n*****s hardened and goosebumps ran down my entire body. Why was it so cold in this house? How was it even this cold when we had completely steamed up the bathroom.

“And now you see why I was hesitant to get out” I heard her from the other side of the bathroom.

She was opening and closing cabinets before she apparently found what she was looking for and made her way back over to me.

I huddled in the shower, the dampness of my body feeling like ice pricking my skin. It hadn’t even been a full minute but it felt like she had gotten out ages ago.

“Here” she held out a fluffy white bathrobe. “Put that on and you’ll be warm in no time.

Gratefully I took it and wrapped it around my body in record time. It was incredibly fluffy and much softer than I expected. It was also rather large on me. I watched as she put hers on and it seemed to fit her perfectly. Why was this one so big.

I looked over at her watching me as she tied the belt around her waist and it finally hit me; this was her husband’s bathrobe. Suddenly I felt out of place as if I was intruding somewhere I didn’t belong.

“Are you sure this is ok?” I asked as I pulled up the bottom of the bathrobe to show her what I meant.

She brushed my question off with a wave of her hand.

“Completely. I can’t tell you the last time he even used it. He gets in the shower and then jumps out, dries off and is dressed all in a matter of minutes. It’s why I don’t shower with him anymore. It used to be fun but now it’s just a routine like we are just going through the motions.”

I didn’t feel particularly good hearing about their marital problems but I kept my mouth closed. If she felt comfortable enough to share, then the least I could do was listen.

Seeming to sense my discomfort she changed the subject.

“So, you want to head back to the bedroom or do you want to dry your hair first?”

I stood there thinking about the pros and cons of each. If we went back to the bedroom we could go ahead and start on our s****l escapades which I was very much looking forward to. If we stayed in here and dried our hair first then we wouldn’t be as cold. As much as I desperately wanted to tear the robe off of her and do unspeakable things to her body, I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable as long as I had goosebumps covering the entire surface of my skin.

“Definitely dry our hair first.”

“Yeah I thought the same thing. I wouldn’t mind it being wet if I was going to stay in this robe for a while, but I have absolutely no plans of keeping covered up for much longer.” She winked at me and pulled out the hairdryers.