The steam in the shower intensified, turning the small space into a hazy, private sanctuary. Chloe didn't touch me right away; instead, she stepped back under the spray, letting the water slick her hair back as she picked up the bar of soap.
She began to lather herself, her eyes locked onto mine with a predatory playfulness. She ran her soapy palms over her full breasts, kneading them slowly until the white foam peaked on her dark nipples. She moved lower, her hands tracing the deep, hourglass dip of her waist and the heavy flare of her hips. Every slide of her hands was a tease, emphasizing the slick, wet friction of her skin.
