It seemed that something had changed in her, and my logical brain knew that the moment had passed, but the guy living south of my belt was trying to convince me that it was still on. After closing the curtain for her, I probably should have left and told her to call if she needed me. Instead I make an excuse to stay by announcing that I am still here wiping up the water we sprayed when the curtain was open. While behind the privacy of the curtain she lingers, as one might expect after not having seen a shower in a while, but it takes longer than I thought and once I again I feel like maybe I should have left. I hope she realizes I’m still there and I want to call out when she beats me to it, “Are you still there?” I can’t tell anything more from her tone, it wasn’t “wtf, why are you still here” nor was it, “I’m so, glad you are still here”. So I answer by explaining that I thought she would still need me. There’s a pause. Then, “yeah, I suppose I can’t really turn off the water, and I’d rather get dried properly”. I wanted her to sound excited that we were being thrown into intimacy, but her voice indicated more like reluctant necessity. “Ok, I’m done. Can you turn off the water?”
I reach past the curtain blindly and shut off the water wishing there was an acceptable way to try something more brazen. I grab a towel and ask her how she wants to do this. She tells me to wait and I hear her attempts to flick the water from her hair in a whipping motion. I can hear the water splat against the shower walls so it must be doing something. At this point I’m sure she realizes that this would go better with help and announces, “I’ll stay here and face the wall and you can just reach in.” I think that she is imagining some way to reach around without me seeing but I can’t picture it so I just slide the curtain open. She’s standing there looking small, legs tight together, elbows at her sides and her forearms covering her boobs (once again a redundant gesture because she is facing away). I’ve received enough hints at this point that I know the sensual part has ended so I keep the actions functional, but I still enjoy it more than I should. I underestimated the attention that needs to be given to long hair and see that it continues to drip and re-wet everything I was intending to dry. My smooth deliberate motions become much more rushed and random and I start to worry that she might believe that I was slowing things down on purpose. But she identified the problem and coached me through dealing with the hair. Instead of toweling it, she had me pull it into a pony tail and wring it out. It took me a while to get it and at one point I must have twisted much too hard, so I wanted to swing the situation back around and have things be less awkward again. I was not aiming for sensual, but I did want it to be pleasant. I missed the goal by a long shot when I quickly reached for the towel and did not realize my ring was caught in her hair. It’s not a ring that catches on much so I didn’t think of it. It is so stuck that I end up taking it off and it still stays hanging there. I’m apologising as I fumble around. It finally becomes easy when I have 2 hands to work with. Then it slips from my hand and clangs loudly in the tub and rolls toward the drain end. I stare at it and swear, not because I think it will go down the drain or anything mostly because all my attempts and smooth and suave are failing. The brief silence is broken when she giggles. Then explaining her reaction, “How is it that I am standing here naked, but you’re the one who is embarrassed?”
This marked a major mood shift. I don’t know how we went from sensual to cold but I was very happy that we had now somehow shifted from cold to friendly. There were some small-talk that went beyond the required instructions, most of which I don’t remember specifically, just things like “That was the best shower ever.” However there was one comment that did stand out. As I was taking one last pass over her boobs she said, “Ok, I think you’ve covered that area now.” Of course, there was more meaning in the tone than the words. I really was not overdoing it but if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar it wasn’t “Hey get your hands off those cookies!” but more like “I see you found the cookies, make that your last one.” I did one pass through the secret garden and surrounding area but it was with a bundle of towel so I didn’t feel anything but it was still exciting to be there. When done she had me wrap the towel around her. It took me a couple tries to get it tight and on one of my failed attempts I got a quick peek at an up close nip.
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