He gestures to the door at the end of the corridor.
I fail to push the image from my mind.
Our naked bodies, together under the water.
“I usually shower alone,” I tease.
Fucking idiot,I tell myself.
Keep your mouth shut.
Flirting is the last thing I should be doing on my first day here.
Barely walked through the door five minutes ago.
But standing in such close proximity to this handsome stranger?
It rouses something in me.
I hold the towel in front of my dick.
“That's a shame,” he smiles. “Come find me when you're done.”
And with that he disappears, leaving me to stand in the hallway.
???
“What the hell was that?” I mutter to myself behind the shower curtain.
Dumb move.
So much for being professional.
Although… I can’t shake the fact that my flirt was willingly received.
Returned, in fact.
Adjusting the pressure of the tap, steam billows around me.
Two bottles of shower gel balance on the rack.
One of them is labelled with a familiar name.
Would it be wrong of me to open it?
I flip the lid and take a sniff, then put it back before I get caught.
That masculine scent makes my erection so much worse.
Not to mention the fact that Porter has stood here nude on many occasions.
Placing a hand on the wall, I satiate my stiffy with a firm fist.
Ohhh…
I reach climax within minutes.
No surprise there.
