What has been her most sinful sexual and non-sexual thought lately?
The brand new shower in Nahi’s home had seen a lot of use already, she was a bit, a bit more than a bit really, of a clean freak and recent pastimes had her spending a lot of time under the strong spray from the wall and the rainfall shower head that came off the ceiling. Those pastimes had yet to include having company in her shower, except in her imagination, and it was very active tonight.
With her eyes closed, she could feel cool air swirl in around her, the door opens and drags some of the warmth with it, hands that were warm, but not warm enough to match her skin where the water had fallen from overhead, settled on her waist as lips moved to press a kiss under her ear. A low growl sent her back arching, her shoulders pressing into a wide chest, ombre curls draped like a curtain over her shoulder exposing the long line of her neck, his lips and tongue whisking away the moisture that ran in heated streams along her mahogany skin.
A second breeze made the steam swirl around three pairs of ankles as the couple was joined by a third, a soft hand trailed along the side of her breast and down to her waist, pausing there. Feminine curves brushed along her arm, splashes of water ricocheted off skin of porcelain to splatter against Nahi’s own.
The pair worked together, touching flushed chocolate skin, the water not nearly warm enough to eclipse the press of bodies. Backs were driven into the blue and bronze mosaic wall, breasts left marks in the condensation on the glass. Moans, gasps, whimpers and cries of ecstasy echoed around the enclosure, until all that was left was the sound of the water and panting breaths.
A deep inhale and the fantasy was washed down the drain, along with colder water that Nahi used to cleanse the images from her mind. Finally feeling she could open her eyes and not imagine the imprints of skin on the tempered stall, she turned the water off and pulled a white, warmed towel off the heating rack, patting her skin dry, before twisting her hair up with it. Smoothing oil over warm, damp skin and draping a thick robe around her, she stepped out of the bathroom.
A laugh escaped her and she brought a hand up, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger then spreading them gently over closed eyes. Taking a few more deep breaths, she lowered her hand brushing fingertips across lips that felt as though they were swollen from her fantasy lover’s kisses.
“Right,” she said to herself, “a cold shower was not enough, time to go dig into that delicious coffee ice cream. If I am not indulging in one kind of sin, I may as well choose another.”
(Thank you for the question @turning-through-the-never)