Page 40 of Mistaken Intention

I stand, taking a moment to steady myself, and Josie comes over to offer her arm in support.

“Worried I’ll fall over?”

“No. Just here to help.”

I nod my head, although I wish I hadn’t, but rather than making a fuss, I take her arm and let her lead me into the adjoining bathroom.

Josie pulls the light cord, and I look around. There’s no bath in here, or shower cubicle, for that matter. It’s more of a wet room than anything else, but there’s nothing luxurious about it. The room is very functional, with what appear to be hoists hanging from the ceiling and a shower head in the corner, with a seat beneath it, and two bars on the walls, to grab hold of, I guess.They might be useful. There’s no screen… just a big empty room, with a toilet and basin on the far wall.

“Why is the room laid out like this?” I ask as she puts down the towel and moves behind me.

“It’s for people with mobility issues.”

“Like me, you mean?”

I feel her reach up, undoing my gown, then pushing it forward, off of my shoulders. She walks around in front of me again, looking up into my eyes.

“Compared to most, you’re lucky.”

Looking down into her beguiling face, I’m feeling kinda lucky. She pulls the gown from me and I stand before her, completely naked.

My cock is bone hard, and I ought to feel vulnerable, or at the very least embarrassed.

Except I don’t.

I feel alive.

And safe. Very safe.

After a moment, she steps away, moving toward the shower. She can’t be unaware of my arousal, but she doesn’t show any signs of awkwardness, and instead she turns on the water.

“You adjust the heat setting here,” she says, pointing to the controls.

“Okay.”

I go over, testing the heat and turning it down slightly, before I step underneath.

“There’s some body wash on the shelf there,” she says, turning away.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“No. But I think you can handle washing yourself, don’t you?”

“I’ll try.”

“If you get tired or dizzy, just sit down.”

“Okay.”

I turn around, holding onto one of the rails, and dip my head beneath the water. It feels good. I don’t remember thelast time I had a shower… but that’s not surprising. I don’t remember anything.

I take a moment before I turn back around again to find Josie’s standing on the far side of the room, leaning against the wall. She’s staring at me, her thumbnail in her mouth, her eyes fixed on my chest, although they slowly wander south, widening as they go. I should wash, but I don’t. I stand and watch her reactions… the flare of her nostrils, the heave of her breasts, the slight pinking of her cheeks.

She’s not embarrassed; she’s aroused.

I don’t know how I know that, but I do.

It’s an instinct, and it’s one that makes me smile.

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