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Beneath the Suds: A Steamy Shower Encounter with a Stranger

Sophie had all the time been a little bit of an exhibitionist, but she never wondered about taking it to this level. She all the time wondered that showing off a little bit of cleavage or a little bit of leg was innocent enough, but there was something about someone watching her as she showered that really got her going.

She was staying in a luxurious hotel for the weekend, and she had been hopping around from the pool to the spa to the lounge in her skimpy swimsuit. She had just come from the spa and was heading up to her room to shower when she saw him.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a rugged, masculine face. He was leaning against the wall outside of the elevator, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her with a look that made her knees go weak. She felt her cheeks blush, but she couldn’t look away.

He stepped into the elevator with her, and Sophie found herself close enough to smell his cologne. It was musky and masculine and it made her feel like she was in a dream. She tried to seem disinterested, but it was hard to ignore the way his eyes lingered on her curves.

The elevator doors opened onto her floor, and he stepped out after her. She felt a thrill of excitement– was he following her? She walked quickly down the hallway, her heart beating so hard she wondered it might burst out of her chest.

She put the keycard into the lock and turned it, not daring to look back. The door clicked open and she stepped into the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had expected him to follow her, but he hadn’t. She was alone.

She walked into the bathroom, slipping off her swimsuit and leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor. The shower was already turned on, steam filling the room. She stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over her body.

She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of the heat against her skin. She massaged her scalp with shampoo, breathing deeply. Suddenly, she heard a sound– the sound of the bathroom door opening.

She opened her eyes, a little disoriented. He was here– he had followed her. She felt a surge of fear and excitement, her heart beating so hard she could barely stand it.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He didn’t answer, just stepped into the shower behind her. Sophie felt a thrill of terror course through her body, but it was quickly replaced by desire. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, and she wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her skin.

He reached around her body, taking the soap from her hand. He began to lather her up, his touch so gentle it made her melt. She felt his strong hands on her back, on her shoulders, on her neck. She leaned back into his touch, every cell in her body on fire.

He began to kiss the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved lower, caressing her breasts, making her gasp. She turned to face him, feeling his hard body against hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

Sophie felt a surge of pure ecstasy as his fingers slipped lower, tracing a line down her stomach. He found her most sensitive spot, and she gasped as he began to rub her. The pleasure was so intense that she wondered she might black out.

He lifted her up, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against her body. He entered her slowly, his pace picking up until she was begging him for more.

She had never felt so alive, so free. The water drenched them both as they moved together, lost in a world of pure pleasure. They both finally reached their climax, her nails digging into his back as they both cried out.

Afterwards, they collapsed onto the floor of the shower, the water still pouring down around them. For a few minutes, they just lay there, breathing hard, feeling their heartbeats slowly return to typical. Then he got up, and he left without a word.

Sophie stood up, still feeling a little bit shaky. She got out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapped it around her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a woman who had just experienced something out of this world.

It was then, she realized, she didn’t even know his name. She thought if she would ever see him again, or if this would be one steamy shower encounter was there ever be with a stranger.
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