" I gave a quick knock on the bathroom door before slipping inside. The water was running, filling the room with steam as Lay poked her head out from behind the curtain. I raised my eyebrows in silent request.
“Absolutely not, Chester. Don’t you dare.”
I laughed. “Aww come on, Lay-Lay. You’re no fun.”
“I mean it. Please don’t.”
It’s not like I really thought she’d invite me in for godsakes; I was totally teasing. “Fine. I’ll just wait out here until you’re done.”
“Promise?”
She looked so adorable, her brown eyes pleading from under her wet lashes, sexy and shy all at once. “Yeah, I promise. But at least give me the play-by-play of what I’m missing out on in there.”
She stifled a giggle in response and I figured that was that. I picked up one of the decorative soaps when suddenly, a sultry vixen piped up from behind the curtain. “Wellll, the water is so hot and it’s so steamy in here. God, I’m so wet and it feels so good.”
My dick immediately sprang to attention. The rest of me froze in shock.
“Now I’m soaping myself down, running my hands allll over my body...”
Of course my mind was envisioning her slick soapy hands touching every inch of her gorgeous naked self. Oh Jesus.
She chose that moment to peek her head out and check out her handiwork. I was staring at her speechless, my jaw slack, disbelieving. “Layla, what the fuck? "

― T. Torrest , Trip