The water is hot enough to make me feel like I am boiling. Or maybe it was the man behind me, whose chest was pressed against my back and a half erect boner sandwiched between my lower back and him. I could feel it grow against my skin with each passing second but I didn't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to look into it. I didn't need to.
But no matter the amount of logic that told me this was a normal reaction to being this close, I could not help but feel intrigued by it. By the little thought of him being attracted to me, even the slightest.
His fingers run slowly over my arm, starting from my shoulder, to my hand. The tips of his fingers draw random patterns on my skin, while his other arm rests casually on the edge of the tub, water dripping on the ground from the skin that ta
