An American Cinderella

I grinned back at him and looked him over. He was strong and lean. Every muscle had definition like someone had painted them onto him. Sweat glistened on his chest as the steam condensed. I looked down to see that he was excited about me being naked as I was him.

Yet another strong, thick, and wonderful thing about him.

He pulled back the flowery shower curtain for me to get in. I stepped over the tub wall and into the spray of water. It was the perfect temperature and I sighed as the warm water washed over me. I felt him climb in behind me, his body almost as hot as the water.

I expected him to grab the shampoo bottle immediately. Instead, he grabbed my detachable shower head. “Lean your head back,” he said. I did as he asked, slightly surprised that we really were taking a shower. He ran the water over my head, holding the shower head with one hand and running his other hand through my hair, detangling it a bit as he went.

Once my hair was soaked, he gently pushed on my shoulder so that my back was to him. He reached past me to put the shower head back on its stand, and I could feel how hard he had become as he pressed into my behind. I thought about reaching back and grabbing him, maybe jerking him off a little bit, but as he reached for the shampoo I knew that he meant business.

I closed my eyes as he put a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand. I smiled. Even though his was cut short, he seemed to know the right amount that hair as long as mine would need.

His fingers worked the shampoo into my hair. He massaged my scalp, working the shampoo into my hair and sending tingles down my spine. Slowly, the tension began to leak out of my shoulders.

“Rinse,” he ordered, putting his hands in the spray of water.

I turned around and tipped my hair into the water, feeling my worries disappear with the bubbles down the drain. Again, he reached behind me and ran his fingers through my hair, working the soap out as his body pressed into mine. His arousal pressed firmly into my hip, but he seemed to ignore it, instead focusing on rinsing the soap out of every strand.

When my hair was rinsed clean, he tapped my shoulder to have me turn around again. I stood facing the water as he worked the conditioner in his hands and into my scalp. I could feel his body behind me. I could feel his firm lines and strength, but was lost to his gentle touch. His fingers worked in the slippery conditioner, coating every strand with smoothness.

I sighed and leaned into his touch. For the first time all day, I felt warm and safe. I pushed away the thoughts of my stepmother and found that with his touch, they didn’t come rushing back. With his fingers in my hair, the bad thoughts stayed away. Only the thought of his touch remained.

His hands settled on my shoulders for a moment before beginning to knead. I groaned as he found the tense spots and pressed, working out the stress hiding deep in my muscles. Between the hot water and his strong hands, the tension didn’t stand a chance.

I don’t know how long we stood there, the hot water pouring over us and turning my skin red. The mirrors fogged and the room was cloudy with steam. He worked my body, using his hands to release tension in my back and shoulders.

For a moment, he started to grind against me. I knew that he was as turned on as I was, and this motion was practically involuntary. As his manhood slid between my legs for a moment, I heard him inhale sharply. A moment later, he seemed to snap out of it. “Rinse,” he commanded, his voice deep and full of longing.

I turned and tipped my head back under the flow of water once again. The smooth conditioner left my hair silky and soft in his hands as he worked.

I opened my eyes once I finished rinsing and found myself staring into the ocean of his eyes. There was dark lust and bright desire flickering in his gaze. His body seemed to vibrate with pent up energy as he looked at me. I bit my lip gently before I turned around.

I knew that there was still one more way to release the tension in my body. I pushed back, feeling my butt press against his hardness again as his hands continued to work out the conditioner. I heard another sharp inhale of breath as my slippery skin stimulated the head of his cock. He began to thrust again, gently pressing himself against my body in cadence with my movements.

I felt his hands move lower, then touch my skin. His hands crept lower and lower until they were grasping my hips. He moved so that he pressed up against my back, and he pulled me tightly to him, keeping control of my body. He began to thrust with a little more power, his hard dick rubbing against my back as we simulated sex.