Faith has a bit of a run in with her morning coffee. Good thing it's only her and James in the office. Handsome James. Sexy James...Surely she can clean up lickety split on the office bathroom without him noticing. Yeah they've been flirting hot and heavy since she started, but he's a gentleman. And though its forbidden, popping in the office shower'd really be no big deal...right? It's not like anyone might walk in on her or anything...
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Faith put her skirt over the back of the radiator. She’d have to wear that, but her blouse she put in the sink to soak. A painter’s tee and a pencil skirt—she’d be the belle of the ball. That made her snort and she stepped into the now steaming spray.
“I probably shouldn’t get my hair wet,” she said even as she sighed from the heavenly feel of hot-hot water on her sticky-sticky skin. She twisted her waist length hair until it was a tight coil and then knotted it through itself. This usually caused her hair to stand up in a knot made entirely of hair that resembled what would happen if a Sumo wrestler had a baby with a Weeping Willow tree.
Someone knocked and Faith froze, a hunk of hair dangling over her forehead, her palm full of unnaturally green shower gel.
“Hello? Faith?” came James’s deep voice.
She tried to answer but her throat had double clutched.
“Faith? Are you okay? Who are you talking to?”
She shook her head, tried to answer again but the same empty squeak burst out of her. Her heart banged so hard she could see the skin of her breast jumping with each pound.
“I’m coming in now,” he said and then she was hyperventilating and freaking out but it was too late.
She could see him there, his dark shadow on the other side of the cheap plastic curtain. No one ever used the shower. No one was supposed to use the shower. Therefore all that covered it was a thin barely opaque shower curtain, probably from the local five-and-dime.
“Faith?”
She was shaking. And still holding vibrant green shower gel in her hand. Her nipples spiked and oddly, her pussy went wet at the rush of adrenaline and the knowledge that yes—boys and girls—James could pretty much see her. Naked.
“Faith,” he said again but there was something in his voice. A curl of arousal? A nixed laugh? A smile?
Yes. A smile.
“Um…yes?” she managed this time.
“Whatcha doing?” he chuckled.
