Page 27 of Thief

“Yeah, me too.” He stood, wiped the bench and pressed a paper towel to his face. “Come on then.”

Back in the apartment, they filled tumblers of water and noisily quenched their thirsts in the kitchen. Afterwards Kat went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door. What she needed now was a nice long soak in the bath.

Extravagant as always, she tipped in a huge quantity of luxurious jasmine bubble bath and turned the hot tap on full, blasting the large white bathtub with frothing, steaming water—a soup of overflowing bubbles.

“What you doing in there?” John called after a minute of the water running on full.

“Having a bath,” Kat shouted through the door then muttered into the gathering steam, “Like it’s any of your business.”

“I want a shower, so hurry the hell up, will you?”

“I won’t be long,” Kat called sweetly. She would take even longer now she knew he was waiting.

She stripped off her gym gear, shoved it in the corner and, with a blissful sigh, sank into the piping hot, ridiculously deep bath. She breathed in the delicious sweet scent of the bubbles. The water felt so good on her tired, aching muscles. Soothing and caressing, it would soak away the aches of the gym.

She lay for sometime in a state of utter relaxation. When the water started to cool, she used her big toe to flick on the faucet, letting more scorching water pour around her feet. Swirling water lazily with her foot, Kat enjoyed the heat spreading up her body. She would loll happily for some time yet.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” John barked through the door.

“I told you, I’m having a bath,” Kat replied, smiling at her small victory when she heard him groan in frustration.

The groan reminded her of the moaning noises he’d made as she’d sucked his cock. He’d tried to keep it quiet but low, hungry noises had oozed from his lips along with several vibrating grunts as he’s poured himself into her mouth.

Kat found her hand slipping down between her legs. Her clit felt like a silk button in the bubbles. Gently, she let her index finger trail over it, teasing it, tempting it. Picturing John’s cock twitching for her mouth’s attentions had her humming with heat that had nothing to do with the hot water. She rolled her pointed nipples into peaks the way John had that first night. Pinched gently and twisted them to needy stalks.

She fluttered her eyes shut. A lazy orgasm in the bath would be just right after her workout. She rubbed a little harder, circling all the flesh around her clit as her buttocks tightened on the hard base of the bath. Blood rushed to her pussy as her nerve endings climbed that first rung towards satisfaction. She sighed and fretted a little harder, her pelvis lifting to meet her own fingers and the muscles of her thighs contracting.

Suddenly, with a sharp click, the bathroom lock spun, and John strode in.

“Hey…what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kat squealed, pulling her hand out from between her legs.

“Having a shower.” John strode to the shower cubicle and jacked the water on. Without even glancing in Kat’s direction, he proceeded to strip off his T-shirt, shorts and boxers, kicking them to mix with her pile of clothing.

“You can’t have a shower. I’m in the bath!” Kat squeaked, trying to arrange bubbles over her erect nipples.

“Like we haven’t already seen what the other’s got to offer,” John scoffed as he stepped into the blasting shower water. “We’ve been intimate already, several times, or had you forgotten that minor detail about our relationship?”

Kat scowled. He’d interrupted her plan of a lazy orgasm; she’d just started to buzz.

But in spite of her self she became absorbed by the sight of his body as he held his face up to the water and let it beat down on his golden skin. Her gaze drifted down his wide, muscular back, which tapered into a triangle at his hips. She sent a hand back between her legs and appreciated his perfectly formed butt as she treated her clit to a sneaky rotation. Her eyes slid farther to his legs and the red, worm like scars behind his left knee. Raised and angry, they spoilt what was otherwise a perfect example of the male body.

He reached for her favourite, expensive shampoo and took a liberal squirt. She was about to complain but stopped. It would have let him know she was studying him. He would turn around and see her touching herself as she gorged on the sight of his naked body. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He filled his hair with bubbles and reached for her shower gel. Within seconds, he was covered in a billion suds. He turned to face her with his eyes closed tightly and for a split second, Kat caught his impressive front view. She slid her finger into her entrance, imagining as she did so it was his cock. It was semi erect and she wondered if that was its permanent state.

As quickly as he’d gotten in the shower, John rinsed off and stepped out. Kat kept her hand where it was—a sudden upward splash would have let him know what she was doing. He wrapped a towel around his waist and, still dripping, wandered out of the bathroom. Kat was about to leap up and lock the door when he sauntered back in carrying a razor and shaving gel.

“Can’t that wait till later?” she huffed.

“Always best to shave when the pores are open,” he said, dropping the plug in the sink.

Kat lay back, thoroughly irritated, but after a few minutes of submergence, carefully circling her clit so as not to generate telltale ripples, she became fascinated watching him wet shave. First, he lathered his neck, jaw and cheeks until covered in white foam, then he took his razor, ran it under the hot tap and proceeded to drag the blade down his cheek. A rasping noise reached her ears. It sounded scratchy and prickly yet left a perfectly clean trail of stubble free skin behind it.

In the reflection, he caught her staring at him. “What? You never seen someone shave before?”

“No.”

“You never watched your dad shave when you were a little girl?”

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