Page 68 of Cash

TWENTY-THREE - Kimberly

I stoodin front of the mirror, staring into the one spot I’d wiped free of condensation. I watched Cash’s reflection eagerly as he walked through the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. There was so much of him that was easy to admire when his clothes were on. With them off I easily went into sensory overload.

He pulled his towel free, reached for the shower door, and paused.

My gaze fell to his mid-section. A perfect side view of his cute butt commanded my attention. I stared at it until my mind drifted away and the image went out of focus. Even though he had just finished fucking me senseless, my pussy began to tingle. He seemed to have that effect on me, making me wet with not much more than a smile or the light touch of his hand.

Wet washboard abs or a bare ass wreaked havoc on my ability to make it to work.

He’d spent the last eighteen nights at my house, going home each day for a change of clothes. I scanned the length of his body, pausing his broad chest. As I gazed at him admiringly, I noticed he was watching me while I watched him.

“What?” his reflection asked.

“I was just.” I sighed. “Get in the shower. You’re driving me nuts.”

His eyes fell to my butt. “Your ass drives me nuts.”

I realized I was standing in front of the mirror in nothing more than my panties. It was something I’d never done with Marvin. I learned in the last few weeks, however, that I enjoyed being naked in Cash’s presence. His verbal admiration of me was enough to keep me naked more than I was clothed.

“You look incredible,” he said.

I turned around. “Thank you.”

“That ass is…” He bit into the heel of his palm and growled.

I’d always thought my butt was too big, but he seemed to see it differently. His praise of it was convincing me that maybe I’d been wrong for all those years.

“Did you put a new blade in your razor? he asked.

“Actually, I bought you your own while you were out last night,” I said. “It’s in the shower. Yours is silver, mine is blue.

“Seems kinda backward.” He stepped inside and pulled the door closed. “Thanks.”

I put on my makeup while he took a shower., singing a song the entire time.

“What song is that?” I asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” he responded. “I just make shit up and sing it in the shower. Have since I was a kid.”

The more I learned about Cash, the easier it was to like him. He was big, and he was tough, but he was nothing more than a child at heart.

“You know what’d be cool?” he asked.

I wiped the fog off the mirror with a hand towel. “What’s that?”

“To have a shower big enough that we could both fit in it.”

I grinned at the thought. “That’d be nice.”

“Maybe one of these days.”

Hearing him say such things gave me hope that I was more to him than a piece of ass or a two-week long fling. Our future wasn’t something we’d discussed. Considering the amount of time we’d been together, I didn’t expect it. At least not yet.

But it was sure nice to think about.

He finished showering. He opened the door and reached for his towel, only to find out he’d placed it too far away to reach.

“Can a man get a little help?” he asked with a laugh. “I don’t want to get the floor wet.”