Shower Seduction

Lying on our queen size bed I had a thought. I glanced at the clock beside me and winced. The odds were against me; she was running late. Granted, the kids were out the door, breakfast was made to perfection, and last night…well last night was amazing. Remembering last night made my current thought feel all the more attainable, and I had to try.
I stripped down on the way to our bathroom door, starting with my socks. The carpet was still as bouncy as the day it was installed. A miracle. How many times had we dragged our feet along this very path, from the bed to the bathroom, in the early mornings? Too many times. Too many times for the fibers beneath my toes to feel at all sensational. I’d have to commend her for choosing the Loop carpet when I wanted Saxony. But not now.
I stood outside the bathroom door with a hand on either side of the frame, listening. The sound of the shower was inviting, warm. It was made all the more alluring by the fact that I was bare as could be. The sudden splash of water falling in large droplets to the ground almost had me knocking down the door.
On turning the knob, I was surprised to find it locked. Who did she think would be walking in? With the kids off to school, there was only me. Was it out of habit, or did she anticipate such a move on my part? The odds were definitely against me if that were the case. I expected to use the element of surprise to entice the not-so-easily-enticed. The knob itself was not a problem. With a little pressure and a quick turn, the lock gave way.
I was greeted with a flood of humidity. The large mirror stretching across her sink and mine was completely fogged over. The glass shower door was foggy as well, except, by some stroke of fate, in one spot furthest from the streaming spout. Through that clear pane, with her back to me, stood the object of my affection. With her arms raised to her head her shoulder blades looked like the wings of an angel. The foam of her shampoo left a white trail along her spine that trickled straight down into the opaque portion of the glass.
She turned around and spotted me, startled at first, then annoyed. My face gave me away. “I can’t,” she said, “Not today.”
I was on the other side of the glass, under the warm water with her before she could say anything more. It smelled nice; like Girl Shower.
“Give me one good reason why not today,” I said, wiping the shampoo from her forehead with my thumbs before it could go in her eyes.
“There are a million reasons why not. Give me one good reason why we should.”
I shrugged. She was so cute when she was irritated. “Carpe diem?” How about, because you’re beautiful?
“We can seize the night,” she pleaded, “The day is for working.”
“Mmm,” I murmured against her throat, “I knew I should have been a male prostitute.”
She laughed, and whatever organs were behind my abdomen melted. Her eyes never left mine as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. I absently stroked the long scar across her stomach. That was the most beautiful scar in the world. Forty-eight stitches. Forty-eight little reminders of the scariest, happiest day of my life. The day our twin children joined us in this world. Venus herself could not compare to the woman before me. Even the purple bruise-like marks under her eyes were pretty reminders of “seizing the night” and getting very little sleep.
We switched sides as she reached around for the conditioner. This placed me directly under the shower head, which felt nice, but made it harder to see her face.
“Did it occur to you that I take showers to get clean, not dirty?” Her bell-like voice rang out to me.
“The thought did cross my mind; especially when the door was locked.”
“The door was locked?” She sounded confused. So it was out of habit. The outlook was still bleak however, she had that set look on her face.
“It’s cold out there, baby, don’t send me away.” I tried pouting just a little bit. Experience told me she was partial to this face.
It seemed to work. She kissed my lips and then my chest and moved slowly…down. And then shock rippled through me as the water rapidly turned ice cold. I flung the shower door aside and tripped, scrambling out of the tub. My wife was crouched down, beside herself with laughter as I figured out that she was responsible for the temperature change. Even through the bitterness I thought this creature was beautiful with her hand over her mouth and her eyes shut tight, clutching the side of the tub and shaking with laughter.
I reached over and turned the knob back to warm so she wouldn’t freeze.
“That was cruel,” I said when she was a little more in control of herself.
“I’m sorry, hon. I didn’t think you’d…” And she was off laughing again. The tile floor was really cold, despite the warmth of the air. I stood up, as did she. Her eyes were apologetic as she observed me. I felt a little disoriented. She tossed me a towel.
“Saturday we can shower all…day…long,” she promised. Somewhere in the back of my mind I considered the water bill for such an occasion and I knew she had won.
“And until then?”
“Porn,” she said flatly. I snorted. That was a fruitless cause. Every time I tried I only ended up looking at pictures of her.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. Let her take her shower. Let her keep her job. Let us keep our house…and our bed, (which was looking very warm in the cold room.) I reached down for my pants, but another hand beat me there. I spun around as soft arms circled my waist.
“I changed my mind.” She kissed me with such ferocity that I was barely able to get out my next words.
“Damn you, woman,” I grunted as we hit the mattress.
While lying there on our queen size bed I had a thought…The water is still running in the shower.
Oh, and, I love to love the woman in my arms.