We finished up our breakfast, my very first time eating breakfast made for me, much less in bed. Nate cleaned up breakfast and I went into the bathroom to start a shower. I climbed in and let the hot water flow down my body.

Moments later, Nate came in to the bathroom and surprised me by climbing in the shower behind me. He glided his hands up from my waist to my boobs and massaged them gently under the water.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing the shower.”

“Mmm, not at all. It’ll be my first time sharing my shower, but I’m glad it’s with you.”

He began to kiss my neck as he massaged my boobs. I could feel his cock growing against my ass. The hot water made everything feel heightened and more sensitive, in the best way. I turned and we kissed passionately with the water pouring down on our skin.

Nate moved his arm behind me to grab my washcloth and soap.

“I may have some less feminine smelling soap if you want.”

He smiles. “This isn’t for me silly, it’s for you.”

He lathered up the washcloth with my lavender vanilla soap and begin to wash me. It was one of the most intimate things I’d ever experienced.

He started by gently rubbing the soap onto my shoulders and arms, then my stomach and down my legs. I noticed he had avoided a few areas.

“I think you may have missed a couple of spots.”

He stood up and whispered in my ear, “Your boobs, your pussy, and your ass deserve special attention. I’ve saved those for last.”

He set down the washcloth, poured soap directly into his hands, and rubbed his hands together to lather up the soap. He then began to rub my boobs, covering them in soapy bubbles. It felt amazing. He backed me against the wall and kissed me as he kneaded my boobs with his fingers.

He then grabbed the washcloth again and slowly dragged it down my body to my pussy. He gently washed from my clit all the way back between my legs. His movements were slow and deliberate as if bathing me with his sole purpose in that moment.

He turned me around and leaned against the wall, pushing my ass out slightly for him to clean. He moved the washcloth along the curve of my ass gently scrubbing the soap on my soft skin. He then rinsed the washcloth and then pulled me under the water. He moved his hands over my skin as he rinsed all of the soap off. He leaned in to start kissing me but I held him off.

“Hang on, it’s your turn now.”

To be continued.