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As she stepped into the shower, the steam enveloped her, making her feel as though she had entered a sanctuary where all her troubles would be washed away. She closed her eyes and let the hot water cascade over her body, feeling its warmth wash away her worries like waves on a beach. It was there that she met him, in the midst of a steaming shower, in all his forbidden glory.

She knew him from work, where they were colleagues, but their interactions were at all times professional at best. It was when they encountered each other in the shower that the atmosphere changed, and the air was thick with sexual tension. His eyes betrayed the heat he felt between them, and every time he glanced at her, she felt her knees tremble with want.

But it wasn’t just his eyes that made her feel the attraction. She noticed the way his muscles moved as he reached up to lather his hair, the way the water cascaded down his broad shoulders, outlining his well-defined abs, and snaking its way downwards to his—

She gasped, breaking the spell. She was not one to fantasize or indulge in illicit affairs, but there was something that drew her to him. His eyes followed her every move, and as he leaned in, she backed away toward the wall, unsure of what was happening.

In that moment, he moved closer, his lips touching hers like a feather. And she felt it, the electricity crackling between them, igniting a fire that seemed to consume her. She pressed herself against him, wanting him closer, and closer still. As his hands traced the contours of her body, she felt herself becoming undone under his touch, her senses exploding into a kaleidoscope of sensations.

Her mind was a blur, and all she could feel was him, his touch, his heat, his smell. He pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring the curves of her body, teasing her, running his fingers through her hair. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, wanting him to take her where they stood, but knowing that they could not. Not like this.

As they broke away from each other’s embrace, he whispered in her ear, “I have wanted you for so long.” And she knew then that the feelings she had been experiencing were mutual, and that this was what passion was. He leaned in once more, pressing his lips to hers, and the world around them faded away.

They were lost in each other, their bodies entwined, and the steam rising up around them. They went deeper and deeper into a world filled with pleasure, with the sensation of warm water flowing over them, with the sound of their breaths and the rain of gentle drops on the roof.

It was as if time had stopped, as if nothing else existed except the two of them – two souls travelling through a world of steam and passion.

As they stepped out of the shower, they were both hesitant to break the spell. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other, unsure of what would happen next. They knew that the circumstances of their encounter were less than ideal, yet there was an undeniable intensity between them which they couldn’t ignore.

They stared longingly into each other’s eyes, knowing that what had happened would never occur again. And yet as they waved goodbye and parted methods, they both knew that their memory would be etched in their minds, a steamy encounter in a forbidden shower.
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