Obligatory Shower Scene

(Trent)

Have you ever tried to get undressed without moving one arm and its shoulder? To put it simply – it’s bloody near impossible. I finish up struggling out of my PJs with a minimum of screaming and ditching the sling. My bottom lip hurts like hell from me biting it, and I concentrate on that pain to distract myself from the stabbing fire moving through my shoulder and neck. By the time I’m into a shower and enjoying the feeling of being in less pain and slightly clean, I have company.

“Hey, gorgeous!” purrs Linda.

I close my eyes and sigh. She’s stark naked and substantial enough for me to feel her moving slightly against the front of my body, from my chest right down to the tops of my feet. She raises herself up on tiptoe and whispers a kiss over my lips.

“Hi Linda,” I say, for lack of anything intelligent to say. “Umm…”

“Don’t worry,” she whispers in my ear, “I won’t hurt ya, honey. I’m just here to offer a hand. See you when you get out, lover.”

She giggles and disappears.

God. I couldn’t help but be turned on, the wench, and any attempt to masturbate would hurt like hell.

“Wench!” I mutter, as I turn off the water.

“I heard that!” she calls from outside the cubicle.

I try not to laugh, it hurts too much. I eventually settle for a snort.

“I’ll be good!” she says, “Now come out of there, I had a brilliant idea!”

I groan, because Linda’s brilliant ideas are usually painful for someone, but carefully get out onto the bathmat. Linda’s holding the hugest hairdrier I’ve ever seen.

“Just relax!” she says, and grins.

She aims the hairdrier at me and turns it on. And hell, it actually works. Slowly but surely, I get toasty warm and dry.

“Spread em!” she demands.

“I’m fine!”

“You can’t stay wet down there, Trent, your balls’ll go moldy!”

“You’re not going to let this rest, are you?”

“Fuck, no!” she says, with a huge grin on her face.

I shrug, and bite back a scream of pain.

“I’ve really got to stop doing that!” I squeeze out.

“Awww, poor Trenty-baby… now spread em!”

That girl’s got a one-track mind.

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1 Comment

  1. I like this, going to read next story in this series. I like the quick reads.


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