There's something so intimate about taking a shower with someone. You're only physically naked, but it feels like you're naked on another level, too. It's vulnerable. Having someone see your body so closely.
Corinne leads me to the shower, shirt still unbuttoned and in my soaked panties. All I can think of is how quickly I became vulnerable with her without even realizing it. It felt hot and sexy and taboo, so I know my animal instincts were driving me. It was about sex. But on the other hand, I have done things in two days that I've never done before with anyone else. I've never felt so sexually charged and we haven't even had sex yet. Is it because she's a woman? Is that why I feel comfortable and unthreatened? Is that why I think it's "just sex?"
Is it just sex?
I have all of these thoughts in the thirty seconds that it takes to walk to the shower. We are both silent. Corinne leans over the tub to turn on the faucet and I glance at her ass. It's not big the way her boobs are, but it's round and perky. She straightens up and turns to me.
"Laken, there are some towels in the cabinet by the sink. Will you grab two?" She pauses. "Are you okay with a shower? You can take one alone if you want. I know that it's been intense already today."
I notice how she seems so sensitive right now. More like a friend and not this sexy boss I've been intimidated by. She's being soft with me when she was just bossing me around. But I liked it.
"Yes, yes," I say. "A shower is fine. Together. That's fine."
"Yes ma'am," Corinne says. She winks at me.
Ugh! What's going on here?? I feel all sorts of emotions fluttering inside and certainly can't sort them right now. I remind myself to breathe. Just go with it.
Corinne pulls the straps of her dress down and slips out of it. I notice stretch marks on the sides of her butt and see a mole on her front that's right below her left boob. I follow her lead and pull down my underwear then let my shirt fall down my back. She glances back at me and looks at my pussy and then steps into the shower. I follow.
She turns around to put her hair under the showerhead and she faces me.
"You have a great body," she says.
"Thanks," I say. I think about how big my hips are, which I am insecure about.
"Your hips, your ass. You should feel good about them, Laken."
Wow.
"Thanks," I say again, feeling shy.
"Can I wash you?" she asks.
"Sure," I answer, feeling nervous still. She already has a bar of soap in her hand, rubbing it to make suds.
"Turn around, honey."
I turn around and she starts by rubbing the soap on my shoulders. She trails down a bit and the tips of her fingers almost graze my armpits and it's ticklish. Before I have time to react, she's moving down to the middle of my back. She grabs my hips and pulls herself against me. I feel her slippery breasts on my back, and her pubic hair is wet against my ass. She slides a hand down to circle one of my buttcheeks and then squeezes it. The same hand moves to the front of my hip and reaches across my stomach to turn me around to face her, still standing so close. Our bodies are touching, this time breast to breast and bush to bush. I follow her lead and run my hand from her ass up her back and hold her at her lower back. I use my other hand and slide it past the mole below her breast and then grab it gently. I drop my hand back to her waist. Corinne's hand is now on my neck and we're looking at each other in the eyes and she pulls me to her and suddenly we're kissing and it's like fireworks are going off in my brain. I'm nervous and thrilled and horny and confused all at the same time. Our lips play together and her tongue finds mine and she kisses me so softly. We pull apart and I feel flushed.
"Laken, I'm sorry," she says, shaking her head. "I know this... isn't what you signed up for. This is too much, I'm sorry. It's not what I said it'd be."
"No, Corinne, it's okay. I'm okay with this right now."
We finish bathing ourselves as we talk.
"Listen, Laken. I've had subs before. I usually maintain dominance over them and our relationship is strictly sexual. This is different and I didn't know if it'd work. With sex, there will always be those moments where you question you're emotions just because sex is intimate, period. But having you in my house and working on projects together... I mean it could work but this has already been so intense, obviously. The sexual attraction is so strong but you're not just some nympho - you have such a strong head on your shoulders and you came in looking for a job and I just got lucky that you were willing to fulfill such a special request. I respect you already."