Danielle gave me big, innocent eyes–the first sign that what she had in mind was anything but innocent.

“You can always shower with me,” she said. “You know, to save water.”

I grinned at her. “For the sake of efficiency, right?”

She smiled, nodding. She pulled her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and dropped it on the floor. I stared at her as she wriggled out of her jeans.

When she was completely naked, she walked into the shower, all rolling hips, and turned on the water. I watched as steam surrounded her, and the water cascaded over her naked body.

God, she was such a tease. Her ass was perfect, full and round. Her waist was narrow, and her back was smooth. She looked over her shoulder with big eyes.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

Almost.

I didn’t let her ask me twice. I stripped myself of my clothes, kicking them to the side, and found two towels in the towel cabinet. I dropped them on the floor next to the shower before stepping in under the water as well. My dick was already hard. I couldn’t help it. Everything about Danielle drove me crazy. She glanced down at my erection, and a smile spread across her face. She tipped her head back and let the water run through her hair until she was completely wet.

I stood to the side, but Danielle grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the water with her.