Hai Babaji, I love showers. They are just so relaxing. Hot water flowing over your body. The steam obscuring your vision. You can practically feel the dirt, pain and overall burden of a horrible day wash off from you.
I peeled off my clothes and dropped them to the floor. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and shivered as I wrapped a white, fluffy towel around myself, holding the two ends together around my chest.
My feet smacked against the tile floor as I walked. And.......what was that? Water running? But why? No one was home, they were attending the wedding of a family friend while I skipped.
There was a clear shape of a body in the shower cubicle. The stance and wideness of the body told me it was a guy. My hand wavered as I reached for the handle attached to the clear but blurred glass of the door.
I pulled the door open and saw the nicest back end of a guy ever. Water rolling down his body. He had his head tipped back and eyes closed as he faced the water. Dark hair brushed to the base of his neck. Hai Babaji.
"Itni tand kaise hogaya," he said, finally noticing the air that was rushing towards him from the now open door. He turned and met my look of shock and admiration.
It took all of my strength to pull my eyes up from his utterly perfect body to his face. His black shaggy hair was even darker from the water that sexily plastered it to his gorgeous cheekbones and elegant neck. He had a slight stubble which gave him a rugged handsome look. His lips were slightly parted, much like mine, and the water that fell down his perfectly straight nose ran over his soft pink lips making them more appealing. Water clung onto his eyelashes bringing out the golden flecks in his warm chocolate brown eyes.
This was the face of Maan Singh Khurana, my very own Greek god. Stark naked and soaking wet. Right. In. Front. Of. Me. Hai. Babaji.
My blood was pulsing and my body was reacting to his in every way possible. Head tilted up, eyes alert, lips parted, and, most shocking of all, my hand was loosening on the towel. That's just the kind of affect that he had on me everytime I'm near him, I thought as I clasped my towel harder.
I let my eyes scroll down again. Okay, so Maan's face was orgasm inducing but it was nothing to his body. I could look at his face any day, any time, but getting to see his naked body was treat that was only given to me.
Smooth neck went into his collar bone seamlessly. I'd never truly seen the beauty of broad shoulders until I'd seen his. A strong chest and lean muscled arms. His six pack was mind blowing and a few inches below, well, that was for my eyes only. Use your imagination and I guarantee you wouldn't be far off the mark or disappointed. Strong well toned legs. Hai Babaji.
"Like what you see?" he asked arrogantly and shamelessly as he looked me up and down just the way I'd just done to him.
"Nahi tho," I replied looking at his face again, while my mind replied yes.
He smirked as if he had heard my inner thoughts. And what a devilish smirk it was.
"So, uh..." I tried to start.
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to take that towel off and join me?" he sexily asked.
"I..." My voice trailed. More than anything, I wanted to join him. "What are you doing here, Maan?" I whispered instead.
"Waiting for you of course, so you gonna join me or deprive me of your gorgeous self" he said, his words like velvet.
I chewed my lip, not wanting to answer him. He seized this opportunity.
He positioned his hand so that it was a slope for the water to run off of. He then angled it at me. Water spilled onto my towel, soaking in instantly.
I gasped out of surprise.
"Let's get you out of that wet towel," he cooed. He turned to me again and smirked as he leaned on the wall of the shower. The water was pattering a smooth sound on the tiled floor. A few steps forward and I would be with him. A place so very appealing. A nice shower and a hot man. Mmm, yes. And now that he had his face towards me, I could see that I wasn't the only one that was getting turned on. If you catch my drift.
And it was making it harder (no pun intended) for me to make him leave. Damn him. I opened my mouth to speak but my mouth was dry and the words wouldn't come.
"Itni soch kya rahi ho, akhir patni ho meri," he said naughtily.
His hand came up to undo my towel as he pulled me into the shower cubicle. I inched toward him flushed.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you to Jaan," he replied and then proceeded to show me just how much.
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