I froze, unsure if I had really heard a knock. But another one followed shortly after.
“Hey, u/Strang3rM3ssages?” Jane asked.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I called out.
“I was just talking to Sarah about yesterday,” she started, “And she said that it would be ok if I came in and showered with you. If… if that’s ok with you, that is.”
I was still frozen. Sarah said she might make a move, but I was already thinking ahead to dinner. I wasn’t expecting anything to actually happen this soon.
“Uh, yeah. That would be totally fine,” I replied, trying my best to not sound surprised.
“Ok, I’m going to grab my towel.”
*Holy crap. This is happening,* I thought.
I got back under the water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I heard the bathroom door open as I finished. Enough steam had built up to fog the glass shower door, so all I saw was Jane’s silhouette moving through the bathroom. She set down a towel and started to undress walking towards the shower door. I didn’t want to make her any extra nervous, so I turned away and actually started to redo my shampoo routine just so that I wasn’t standing there awkwardly.
I felt the sweeping air of the door opening, felt her presence in there with me, and then heard the door close. I started re-applying shampoo and turned towards her as casually as I could.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied nervously. She held a shower caddie with some bottles and loofah hanging on the side. I showed her a spot on the ledge behind me to set it down.
I tried not to stare as she slid by me to put down her things. I had never seen her naked before, just in a bikini. Her breasts were much more full now; what used to be a pair of barely B cups was now a lovely set of C’s with dark pink nipples perked up.
Our height difference and her baby bump meant I couldn’t really see below her waist. But the view I did have was already starting to get me hard. I let her get her hair wet before rinsing the shampoo out of my own hair again.
“I wanted to thank you,” she said, “for yesterday. And to apologize. What you were doing to me felt incredible and before I even realized how much I was grinding on my foot-“ I put a hand up and cut her off.
“Let me stop you right there,” I said. “There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. We, and Sarah, all know that yesterday was basically an accident. Besides, I am glad to have been able to help you relax and that you felt comfortable enough to join me in here.”
“I told Sarah I wanted to make it up to-“ I stopped her again.
“There’s nothing to make up. Yesterday was my pleasure, and seeing you naked in here with me is already enough of a thank you,” I assured her. “You are under absolutely no obligation, or any expectation whatsoever to do anything else. No matter what you might’ve thought or what Sarah told you.”
“But I..” she started.
“No buts. I want you to treat this shower like yesterday afternoon: just a chance to relax and take your mind off of everything. If you can do that, then I will treat it the same way I would treat any other normal shower with Sarah in here. How does that sound?”
She clearly wanted to get another word in but could see she wasn’t going to sway me. She glanced down at my rock hard cock then back up to me. “Okay,” she finally answered with a smile.
“Don’t mind that,” I said with a wave. “Let’s get your hair washed.”
She laughed and started getting shampoo ready. We switched spots in the shower so that she could get under the water and rinse her hair. It was medium length or so and dark brown, matching her eyes, which were currently closed as she stood under the water. I was able to stop and really look at her and take in the full view.
The water was running down her beautiful breasts and down her bump. I had never really had a pregnancy kink before, but it was definitely doing something for me in the moment. I watched the water stream further down her and past her hips. She had a bikini tan line from the summer and a little bush. When I was done checking her out, she had opened her eyes and we locked eye contact for a moment. She blushed and her cute embarrassment was honestly starting to turn me on even more.
“Can I get over there?” She asked, pointing to her things. We shuffled around to change positions again and this time there was no avoiding it. My hard cock slipped right across the top of her ass. I thought I heard a gasp from her but couldn’t be certain. She put some conditioner in her hair and pulled out a razor. I took the opportunity to start lathering up with my body wash.
“That smells really good,” Jane said.
“Yeah, I’ve been using this one for years.”
She was shaving her legs with the razor. Bending over to give me some pretty clear views of her ass. It wasn’t teasing, at least I don’t think, as she was genuinely shaving the whole time. But I could not stop thinking about what some of those views might look like with my cock buried in her.
“Could you actually help me balance?” she asked.
She was trying to put a foot up onto the back ledge of our shower. It was bench-height, and just wide enough to sit down on. We kept our shower things on it with some space in the middle, but Jane’s short height and baby bump made it more difficult to get her foot up onto there.
“Of course,” I replied. I finished washing off my suds and then helped steady her by taking hold of one of her hands and placing the other on her hip. She was then able to hit all the angles with the razor she couldn’t get to previously. She paused, and I thought she was done, but then she went back and took a few more passes with the razor to finish up.
“Thank you,” she said and we switched again. She was washing the conditioner out of her hair, which meant I could get an eye-full again. Her legs were now entirely smooth, glistening with water droplets as a few splashed down. I stole another glance at her pussy to find she had just shaved her bush down to a thin, neat strip.
I was technically done with my shower, but I was in no hurry to leave. I had an idea at what to do next. Jane finished washing out her conditioner and we swapped spots again. She reached for a floral shower gel and her loofah, but I took it from her hand after she loaded it up.
“I said I would treat you like I do Sarah when we shower together. May I treat you to the *husband shower experience*?” I asked.
“I would love that, actually,” Jane replied with a smile.
I worked the loofah under the water to make some suds and then had Jane face away from me. I started to wash her body, beginning up on her neck and shoulders as if I was just continuing her massage from the day before. I had the loofah in my right hand and used it to distribute soap and suds, and followed it with some sweeping motions with my left hand to rub it in.
After her shoulders I worked down her left arm, going down to the wrist before having her lift it so that I could get the underside and back up to her torso. Across to the other arm to repeat the process and then down her back. She was breathing steadily and allowing herself to just relax, like I had hoped.
After a few up and down passes on her back, I crossed a new touch barrier by maintaining exactly the same process down onto her ass. Steady circles with the loofah followed by sweeping motions with my other hand. She didn’t skip a beat so neither did I. When i was done washing it, I cupped her little butt with both hands for a moment before getting down on one knee. Even if Jane wasn’t under 5’, I still needed to be able to get down to wash her legs.
I started washing down the outside of her thighs, one then the other, before sliding my left hand up between them to get her to open them up a bit. That definitely got a gasp out of her, but I tried to *remain professional* and continue washing her. I made my way down her thighs to her calves, massaging them slightly while I washed.
“Can you turn around and sit on the bench?” I asked, in a tone that probably sounded more like an order. She did not say a word, but turned and sat obediently. Still on one knee, I took each of her feet and got some suds on them before putting the loofah down a moment to give a light foot massage. I started hearing some familiar whimpers and moans like I had the day before.
After focusing on each foot for two minutes, I wiped away the suds so her feet wouldn’t be slippery, and offered my hand to help her stand up. She did so and I was now eye level with her bump. I returned my focus to her legs and started washing again. This time, I didn’t need to direct her at all as I got higher up her thighs. She widened her stance so that I could get all the way up her inner thighs. I did my best to maintain the same technique that I had been using the whole time.
She had a lovely innie pussy, slightly swollen but I wasn’t sure if that was from arousal or pregnancy. I washed all around the newly shaved area, feeling the smooth skin under my left hand. I knew to not get too close with the soap, so before I got her too worked up, I moved on to her hips.
She let out a big shuddering sigh. Next up was her belly and I got my first up close look at a baby bump. I got to wash all around and feel how the skin reacted under my touch. After holding the weight yesterday it was nice to explore a bit more. When I had finished washing her bump, I finally rose off of my knee to stand back up.
“Oof,” I said honestly. “That wasn’t comfy.”
Jane took a nervous breath before replying. “Well I very much appreciate it.”
I was running out of suds in the loofah, so reached behind her to grab some more of her shower gel. That close in distance cause my hard cock to push against her, slipping off of her waist to the left. Neither of us said anything, just had a brief moment of eye contact. There was only her chest left, so it felt like a good time to check in.
“May I finish washing you the way that I usually do with my wife?” I asked.
She nodded, unable to say anything. I rubbed the loofah across her collar bone and chest, letting suds run all down her breasts. I very gently ran the loofah over them instead of scrubbing, before getting a lot of suds in both my hands and setting the loofah down. We made eye contact again and I started rubbing her breasts with my lathered up hands.
She gasped at the contact, and closed her eyes for a moment before returning to look at me. I took both breasts in my hands, swirling them around to push them together. My fingertips ran across her nipples, which were now standing tall with excitement. Before getting carried away, I changed things up. I brought my hands up to her shoulders and guided her to turn around. She followed my guidance without hesitation.
She faced away from me once more, towards the back of the shower, and I grabbed some more suds. I began massaging her neck with them, letting the soap run both down her back and down her chest. A few moans escaped her lips from the massaging strokes. My own excitement plus hearing her moaning increased my boldness.
I pulled her shoulders back towards me slightly so that she leaned all the way back into me. She scooted her ass back and my rock hard cock settled right between the cheeks. I slid my hands back down her chest and took her breasts in my hands once more. The pretense was gone. I played with her tits without care now, alternating massaging them with teasing her nipples. She started moaning into my ear and pushing her ass back into me.
The slippery soap all up and down her body made my dick slide up and down her ass cheeks and up to her lower back wonderfully. I kept my left hand playing with her tits while using my right to explore down her baby bump to her hip. I pulled her by the hip back into me, driving her ass tightly up against my cock.
“Ooohh,” she moaned. I kept massaging her chest with my left hand, bringing the right off her hip and back up. Instead of rejoining on her breasts, I brought that right hand up to her neck and rested it on her throat, teasing a light choke and getting Jane to gasp sharply.
“Fuck…” she moaned loudly. She broke some of our contact to try and turn her head to kiss me. The change up allowed me to think clearly for a moment. While we were both very worked up, this was probably the point of no return. When Jane tried to kiss me, I turned such a way that she could only kiss my neck. When I pulled back, she looked at me confused.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing is wrong. In fact, a lot of things are right in this moment.” She smiled. “However, I know that shower sex never goes as well as it does in the movies; plus we’re covered in suds. Pregnant shower sex feels like even more of a challenge too.”
She pouted at me.
“So let’s put a pause on this, and finish our shower. I’m going to rinse you off and then get out to dry. You finish up anything else you need to in the shower. If you get out, and are still feeling the way you do right now, then maybe we’ll see where that leads.”
She took another deep breath. “Okay. But that was mean to get me all worked up just to pull the plug that fast.”
“It’s a little different when you can’t grind your pussy on your heel while I have my hands on you, huh?” I teased her. She turned and playfully slapped me on the chest.
“Maybe,” she admitted.
[Part 3 is getting typed up now, I’m sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger for the weekend. I should have it out soon!]