A floral scent makes him pause
Beside the slightly ajar bathroom door.
He can feel a heat on his skin
That the warm hallway didn’t cause.
A sensation that he can’t ignore
Begins to radiate from within.
Silently, he turns to look inside.
The image of her water-soaked form
Meets his eagerly nervous eyes.
His calm expression does hide
Lustful feelings building like a storm,
Watching a slender leg rise
From the depths of bubble-filled water,
To be met with tantalising fingers
Rubbing the flesh with a lotion.
Standing in the shadows watching her
Hand move up her thigh and lingers
Between her legs with a devotion.
Head thrown back, open mouth,
A face contorted with pleasure,
Hips thrusting towards her palm.
A rippling wave from down south,
Body shaking for good measure,
No effort made to keep calm.
He takes a sudden breath, deep,
That he’d been holding inside
Alarmed, she looks towards the sound
And into the eyes of the peep.
With a smirk she opens her legs wide,
To let him know he’s been found.
Raising a finger to beckon him in,
Then moving it down, touching more,
Slowly picking up the pace.
Not quite believing his win,
He turns to close the bathroom door,
And clicks the lock into place.