“I’ll get the water going for her,” Jose squeezed in front of me, and started the taps, making sure the temperature was perfect. Once water started flowing out and she was happy with it, she held Liv under the stream and began washing her. “Can you pass the wash stuff in that bottle, please?”
Squeezing some out, I helped balance Liv so she could wash her down properly, and was just rinsing her off when the water in the shower died. As in – it stopped working completely. Groaning, I looked up at the shower unit that had been the bane of my life since I’d moved in. “It’s been threatening to do that for three years, but it had to choose now to do it.”
This meant that both of us were covered in barf, and we now had one shower available to us – mine. Getting Liv dried, diapered, and into bed was a task that we did smoothly and like we were on autopilot. How we managed to not rub up against her, though, was a miracle, although it was probably helped by the fact that she was already fast asleep. The second she was tucked in, I turned and looked at Jose who was looking uncomfortable.
“I think it’s stuck in my bra, too.”
I’d been a gentleman up to this point – no, I’m totally lying because I hadn’t – but there was only so much a man could take. I looked down her body slowly, taking in the naked swells of the tops of her breasts, the navy lace fabric of her bra, the small pink nipples that were just visible through it, her smooth stomach… It was like everything that ticked all of my boxes had been made into one woman. Hell, I didn’t even know what my boxes would be, it’d never occurred to me to think about them, but here I was faced by all the ticks. And then I got to her matching thong, a small triangle of navy lace, with thin straps going around her waist. I knew how it ended in the back, another thin strap between her ass cheeks because I’d been looking at it for the last twenty minutes. Apparently, not even knowing we were both covered in the baby puke, that had soaked through our clothes onto our skin, could kill the appeal of Jose Harrison for me – good times!
I only had one other full bathroom, the other two facilities in my house were just half bathrooms with a toilet and sink in them. I was planning to add a shower to one of them, but I just hadn’t had the time to do it, and this meant we either played rock, paper, scissors, or we went in at the same time. I’d redone my en suite bathroom when I’d first moved in, adding another two shower heads to the ceiling, and four onto the sides that hit me in my muscles when they were sore from being overworked. People don’t realize the amount of pain and cramping we get doing tattoos all day, and it’s not just in our hands. Our shoulders froze, our backs started to spasm from being stooped over, and our necks hurt from being at a weird angle for so long. Those shower heads were imperative to me being able to function the next day, because they loosened the spasming muscles and allowed the Ibuprofen to do its job on the worst days. They would also help us hugely with our current predicament, too.
Not saying a word, I grabbed her hand and gently tugged her down the hall to my room, and then into the bathroom.
“We’re going in together,” I muttered, hitting the panel that activated it all, and adjusting the settings so that only the ceiling showerheads were on. Before Jose could even think about saying no – if she even was – I added, “There’s enough space for us to be at either end, and you’ve got your own spray.”
Apparently, she hadn’t needed the reassurance, because she got under the showerhead closest to where we were and started scrubbing herself. Following her lead, I moved to the other side and started doing the same, groaning when a mental image of the puke running off my body hit me. “I need soap,” Jose said, reaching blindly behind her. Coming out of the spray, I picked up the bottle and walked over to her, holding it out in front of me. Unfortunately, her hand was way too low, still searching, and she grabbed my dick right through my boxers. Not a gently sweep, a full bulge grab.
“That’s not soap,” I yelped, when she squeezed a little too hard, taking a step back and holding out the shower gel. “This is soap.”
De-balling and de-cocking averted, I went back and started washing myself. She passed me the shower gel and got to work on her hair, using the shampoo that had been in here since the time Rose stayed with me for a couple of days because her house was being painted. Because I shaved my head I didn’t need to do that, so I turned my back to the spray and watched Jose as she washed her hair instead. Her tits were almost popping out of her bra as she tipped her head back under the water, and I could see all the muscles in her stomach clenching tight as she leaned back even further to make sure she rinsed the front. There was only so much a man could take, and I’d taken more than I thought I’d be able to thanks to Liv’s projectile puking. Before I even realized what I was doing, I’d closed the distance between us, and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra, watching as it fell open and her breasts were uncovered. Keeping eye contact with her, I reached for the shower gel and poured some into my hands, rubbing them together to make sure I had some on both before I began washing them, gently smoothing the tips of my fingers over the soft skin first.