Alone in my hotel room, I kicked off my
sneakers and stripped away my racing suit. I pulled off the
sweatshirt, too, and left everything on the floor as I hit the
shower. I ran the water hot enough to pink my skin, standing under
the powerful spray as I lathered shampoo into my hair. It trickled
into my eyes, stinging them, making me cry. The perfect end to the
perfect day.
With hard, quick moves, I rubbed the shampoo
suds over my chest and stomach, into my pubes, along my d**k. The
heat from the water, combined with thoughts of him, were all
I needed to get me started—leaning back against the tiled wall, I
spread my legs and worked my balls with one hand, my c**k with the
other. Kneading, rubbing, tugging, my palms slick with soap, I
turned my face into the spray and moaned o
