The Nerd Who Loved Me
The sound of a shower running filtered gradually through Lainie's sleepy haze. It had been five long years since she'd listened to someone else take a shower. She was the only shower-taker in her apartment. Four-year-old Dexter still liked baths.
So Harry was in the shower. And she was hot and sticky, because the air conditioning was not working. She would love to be in the shower, too. With Harry. But she'd told herself that was a bad idea. But Harry was naked in the shower. How strong could anyone expect a woman to be, when she'd gone without sex for five long years?
Okay, what if she announced to him that she only wanted one meaningless sexual experience? She could assure him that she had no permanent designs on him, but that she needed one male-induced orgasm or she'd go crazy. It seemed liked a reasonable request.
Now was the time to ask, when he was already naked. Then there would be no awkward undressing scene, no chance for second thoughts. One quick orgasm, that's all she needed. Then she'd leave him alone for the rest of the trip.
True, she had no condoms, but surely he could figure out how to give her an orgasm without condoms. And she'd do the same for him. That was only fair.
So it was decided. One little orgasm wouldn't matter so much, would it? After that she'd be a good girl. Leaving the damp bed, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on her pile of clothes. Then she stepped out of her panties and walked toward the closed bathroom door. As she opened it, the sound of a washcloth slapping against bare skin stopped.
The shower curtain tucked inside the rim of the bathtub was opaque, darn it. She would have loved a sneak preview through a clear one. Even so, her imagination painted a vivid picture of Harry standing on the other side of that curtain, water dripping off his . . . everything.
"Who's there?" His voice rose in alarm.
She wanted to seduce him, not scare him to death. "Just me," she said.
"Oh." Long pause. "I, uh, thought I'd take a shower." He sounded very, very nervous.
"I think that's a great idea. It's hot, and some cool water would feel wonderful." She stepped over to the tub.
"I'm almost done. In fact, I've been in here long enough. If you want to have the bathroom next, I'll be out in no time. No time at all. And we need to find out what's wrong with the air conditioner." He was definitely in panic mode.
Five years was too long to go without sex. Oral sex wasn't the whole program, but she could make do with that for the time being. She reached for the shower curtain.
"Lainie? Are you still out there? Listen, I was thinking we need to figure out what to do about eating."
"Let me give you a suggestion." She pulled aside the curtain. Oh, yeah. This would be excellent.
She'd never seen him without his glasses, and he seemed a lot more rugged without glasses. He looked pretty good without clothes, too, as he stood there with water sluicing off every naked inch of him. All that wonderful equipment was just waiting for her to enjoy.
Harry didn't have the muscle definition of a jock, but he had great shoulders and a nice chest covered with just the right amount of dark hair to make him look very male and very yummy. As the spray from the shower pattered all around her, dampening her skin and making her nipples tighten even more, she pondered her next move.
As for Harry, he wasn't moving at all. He clutched a washcloth in one hand and a bar of soap in the other while he stared at her with a shell-shocked expression. If she hadn't been so sexually excited, she might have laughed. His frozen stance looked like a risque addition to Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. He could be titled Man in Shower.
Then a part of him moved, the part that interested her the most right now. If she got the attention of that certain part, they were in business. Sure enough, in no time that area of his anatomy was fully deployed and ready for action. Now he could be titled Aroused Man in Shower.
He must have been squeezing the bar of soap really hard, though, because suddenly it squirted out of his hand and smacked against the wall of the tub enclosure. They both jumped at the loud noise.
Then they spoke at once.
"Lainie, I "
"Harry, I want "
He gulped and spoke again. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."
She glanced down at his rigid penis. "Then you'd better have a talk with your buddy."
"Any man who opened a shower curtain and found you naked on the other side would have this reaction." His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing.
She gazed into his eyes. "I have two things to say to you. First of all, I don't want a relationship, so don't worry about repercussions. I want one meaningless orgasm. Just one. Then we'll go back to our regularly scheduled program. Second of all, it's been five years since any man has seen me naked and vice-versa. I'm a sex-starved woman."
His gaze locked with hers and his throat moved in a slow swallow. "I . . . I see."
"I hope so. You'll love this, Harry. And so will I." She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his thick penis, using it as a grab-bar. "I'm coming in, ready or not. But I think you're more than ready."