"Mrs Music"

Chapter 7

I turn on the shower and strip off the ridiculous gown and my knickers. "Where the hell do I put these?" I think out loud, just as I notice the small bin beside the toilet. Yep...... in there they go!

I walk into the shower and check I'm not going to scald or freeze myself by putting my fingertips under the powerful jet. Perfect!
I step under the water, sighing at the feel of the water on my skin. I wash my hair with my favourite shampoo, pondering how strange it is he uses that too, then rinse and put some conditioner on the ends of my hair.
While I wait for the conditioner to do its work i move on to washing myself. I have found a shelf inside the cubicle that has rows of packaged flannels, loofahs and sponges on it.
Blimey...... this man clearly has ALOT of company! I've never known another living soul who has packaged cleansing products in their shower!
I select a natural sponge and a very expensive body wash. Another one that I use at home actually. Why not? It's here, he said I'm free to use whatever I want to, and my skin deserves it after 5 days without a wash!
I lather up the sponge and beginning at my neck I begin to wash, using circular motions which is supposed to help combat cellulite. I'm pretty trim and toned for a 36 year old mother of two......no cellulite as such, but I do have a rather deep dimple in my left bum cheek. I also have a few post pregnancy stretch marks on my lower abdomen.
I hated them when I was young when they were new, purple and raised. Now they have faded to silver and I have grown up I have actually come to love them. They are part of me. A visual reminder of all I have been blessed with. They are like the roads on a map, the map of my life. I have gone on many journeys in my life, but only the really important ones have left marks.
My kids have left good scars on my body, and footprints on my heart.
Shaun on the other hand has left the physical scars of abuse on my body, and metaphorical emotional scars of abuse on my mind!
I continue to wash, running the sponge over my wet skin, working up a silky lather that smells amazing. I pass over my boobs, the gentle friction of the sponge on my nipple causing a spark of arousal that blindsides me! At home I shower daily, sometimes more than once a day, use these very same shampoos and soaps and very rarely feel that tingling heat between my legs. What's different here!?
I bend down and begin soaping my ankles, working my way up to my thighs. Im actually a bit apprehensive about washing myself after my body's reaction when I washed my boobs!
Don't be ridiculous Mackenzie I scold myself. You are an old woman who stopped having these feelings years ago. Stop being a wuss and wash!
I place my foot up onto the concrete bench and reach between my legs with the sponge. Immediate reaction!! My muscles tighten inside myself, I feel hot, and swollen!? I am so sensitive I cannot suppress the sound of my breath catching in my throat as I breathe out a hard and ragged groan.
Oh my god! Where is this coming from??!
I drop the sponge and instead use my fingers to touch myself. I feel dirty and ashamed, but amazingly sexy too.
I slowly run my middle and index fingers between my lips, grazing my most sensitive part, sending electricity through my entire body. Again, my knees go weak and I have to sit down on the bench before I fall! I lift my left leg up onto the bench, and out to the side, allowing me access to myself.
I gently circle with my fingers, the tell tale signs of an orgasm already building inside me. Wow, it really has been too long! I am breathing pretty heavily now, the tips of my fingers alternating between entering me and rubbing myself. I feel a pressure building inside me and I can't help but moan out loud when I achieve my release! Huge waves of pleasure ripple from my core, radiating throughout my body. I go limp, and whilst trying to regulate my breathing I am horrified to realise I had been thinking about Yoongi the entire time! As this unnerving realisation hits me I am further shocked by the sound of the bathroom door bursting open, and Yoongi is standing there, staring at me. I am still sitting with my leg up on the bench, my left hand resting on myself as I try to regain some composure, and enough energy to stand and complete my shower.

I quickly place my foot on the floor, lean forward to hide my boobs and shout "what the fuck...?"

He actually shakes his head, then paces forwards saying "I heard a shout and thought you had fallen..... again! I came to help you, but I can see you are managing perfectly well alone"
He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles, then turns and leaves the room.
I am mortified. He heard me!! He saw me!! Totally naked and vulnerable!
Oh no..... it's worse! I was thinking of him, imagining his beautiful hands on my body, his lips on my neck, one hand roughly tugging at a fistful of the hair at the back of my head! Regaining my composure is going to take longer than I thought! How the hell do I face him now?