May washed under the hot water. She scrubbed her skin as if it would somehow forget how he had touched her and worse, how she had enjoyed it. Her dark hair was washed and hung down her back, dripping as she turned off the water.
Her arms attempted once more to cover her body and she turned, her back to him as he put the towel about her. He began to dry her off. The terry cloth material rubbed her skin. “My name is May.”
It was whispered as his hands moved the towel over her body. She closed her eyes. Her chin lifted and she tried very hard not to think about how easy it would be for him to drop the towel and run his bare hands over her. It had been a saving grace that he had not showered with her. She had originally thought he was going to. Her mind flashed to an image of his rough hands soaping up her body. She bit her lower lip and urged her body to stop reacting but it was too late. She could feel a slickness starting between her legs.
Her arms attempted once more to cover her body and she turned, her back to him as he put the towel about her. He began to dry her off. The terry cloth material rubbed her skin. “My name is May.”
It was whispered as his hands moved the towel over her body. She closed her eyes. Her chin lifted and she tried very hard not to think about how easy it would be for him to drop the towel and run his bare hands over her. It had been a saving grace that he had not showered with her. She had originally thought he was going to. Her mind flashed to an image of his rough hands soaping up her body. She bit her lower lip and urged her body to stop reacting but it was too late. She could feel a slickness starting between her legs.