Surprised Yet? (C.L. Stone, The Academy) #watty2016

Part 26

Sang's POV

He turns and walks back toward the shower. I see his hands move to the front of his shirt and they work their way down slowly undoing them. I see the shirt loosen more and more. When he reaches the last button his shirt dips in the back and shows his bulging deltoids, wow they have gotten bigger since the last time I saw him without a shirt at Nathan's. He doesn't take it off immediately in fact I see his hands move to the waistband of his slacks. My tongue flicks across my lips as his slacks sag of his waist. He pulls his shirt out of his slacks, unbuttons the last two buttons and then shrugs off the shirt. Leaving it behind him on the floor as he take a few more steps that bring him closer to the shower and further away from me.

I hear the zipper being pushed down and then his slacks are on the floor around his ankles. He very carefully steps out of them and just stands there.

During his show I must have stood up and moved forward because now I am several feet away from the corner with my hand reached out to touch his leanly sculptured body.

I see his tight butt tense as he moves closer to the shower. I want to run my nails over that butt and then grab a handful and pull him closer to me.

I groan as his long willowy hands wrap around the handle for the shower. I take a few steps closer to him and stop as he opens the door and steps across the threshold. He leaves the door open but I can make myself take another step.

I see the water stream down his pecs and then his abs and down the trail of hair that I know leads down to his manhood. But I stop myself from looking because I know if I do I'll have a compulsion to touch the velvet-covered rod.

I watch as his hands grace over his face then his hair and to his neck. He grabs the soap, pours some in his hands and rubs them together before running his hands over his chest and down his abdomen. His hands run over his hips before dipping further down to the thatch of hair surround his...

I stumble forward when my eyes set upon his manhood that juts out from the patch of curly hair. I want to fall to my knees and lick the water off of it but the water falling around him stops me.

I let out a whimper. He hears and smiles. Grr.

He is torturing me and loving it. He takes himself in one hand and lifts while his other hand drifts down to his sac rubbing the soap in as his eyes watch me.

How is it that I am so close to orgasm with out him even touching me?

I drag my eyes away from him to the wall of the shower and notice that I am panting.... and my hands are at my neck playing with the bow that is holding the gown. They pluck at the ends loosing the bow and allowing the gown to slip lower little by little.

Victor's POV

I see her watching me and follow the movement of my hands as they trail along my body. Her breathing is growing heavier the longer I touch myself. I thought I had her when I grabbed my cock and then cupped my balls but she is still standing outside the shower fully clothed. But she is affected I just need a little more control to slip and I know I'll have her in here with me.

I wonder if she.....