I reached out to her and picked her up in my arms again. I walked her into the bathroom and set her on the counter while I turned the shower on to warm.
"Babe, can you get my bag? I have my shower stuff in it." She asked. I went and got her bag from off the bed and set it on the counter. While she got her stuff out, I hopped in. As I was rinsing my hair I felt her fingers on my chest. I can't even put into words how this woman makes me feel. I quickly scrubbed down my body and turned her to the stream of water so she wouldn't be cold. I grabbed her shampoo while she tilted her head under the stream of water. As she looked back up I started massaging her scalp and running my fingers through her sudsy hair. Her eyes were closed as she leaned into my touch and a small smile played on her lips. She leaned back and rinsed her hair. I grabbed her loofa and put a bunch of soap on it. The more bubbles, the better. I slowly scrubbed her whole body. Paying extra attention to her boobs and ass, of course.
"I'm going to get out and go get our drinks and clothes from outside. I'll meet you in the bed." I told her.
"Ok, i'll just be a minute." She said as she wrapped herself in a towel.
I threw on a pair of briefs and ran out back and grabbed everything. I layed her dress and bra over the chair in the bedroom, but her torn thong... that was mine.
I slid into bed and propped myself up on a pillow on my side. I pulled out my phone and started mindlessly scrolling.
I glanced up at the mirror in the bathroom and couldn't help but bite my lip. She was still in her towel, but she had her foot up on the opposite counter and she was rubbing lotion on her leg. I swear she can take the simplest things and make them seductive as hell. She applied lotion to her whole body. When she dropped her towel, I realized she had no idea I could see her. She patted her face with the towel and walked it to the laundry bin, then reached into her bag and pulled out a pink silk nightgown. A deep quiet groan escaped me as I watched her slide it over her head and it fell beautifully over her curves. The top of it was lace and she adjusted her breasts in it to give them extra lift. That dirty little minx. How am i supposed to sleep when i know she is next to me like THAT? She zipped her bag up, ran her fingers through her hair with one last look in the mirror and turned to come to bed. I quickly looked back at my phone so she wouldn't catch me watching her.
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Loving James
RomanceCharlotte is a 28 year old who is working as the head Chef at Tris, the most in demand restaurant in Los Angeles. She is career focused, and looking for the perfect man to fit into her life. She is incredibly particular and has a list of what she e...