You pretend not to notice me as I slip from the living room to the bedroom, but I know you watch when I’m not looking. I slip into the bedroom walk in closet and drop my clothes onto the floor as I grab my robe, ready to take a shower before bedtime and rid myself of the day’s grime and dirt. My robe feels soft and warm against my skin and I smell the fabric softener I used when I washed it last still clinging to the fibers as I brush the shoulder past my nose and inhale deeply.

I walk past you as you continue the illusion of being caught up in whatever television show is playing at the moment, your remote control nearby but I know what you’re really thinking and it’s okay, really it is. We all have our secrets and you’re no different, two people never really share every tiny detail of their thoughts.

I’ve known for a long time that when I go to shower you watch me, that’s why I leave the bathroom door open when I used to close it but whether or not you know it’s nothing we discuss. I slide open the shower door and begin the water, holding my hand underneath the flow to check the temperature. When satisfied I turn and slip my robe off hanging it on the hook next to the towel, all ready for me when I step back out of the shower.

I step carefully onto the cool tub floor and feel the warm water sprinkle my feet as I move under the shower head and let the water cascade down my shoulders and legs and I wonder when it is you’ll slip quietly up the hall to peek in and watch me. I turn my back to the water and let my hair get wet in readiness to wash it and turn to pour the soap into my palm. It’s a lightly scented shampoo that I alone use, much too feminine for you but I lather up and massage my own scalp reveling in the feel and smell of washing my own hair. Funny but I like knowing you’re watching and that makes me take my time and feed into your voyeurism.

I’m too tall for this shower head and I have to bend pretty far backwards in order to rinse my hair off and I know you can see my hard nipples through the shower doors and I wonder if your hand is touching and rubbing between your legs as you watch me.

I grab the soft puffy scrub and pour liquid soap into it and suds it up preparing to wash myself. Slowly I begin to wash every inch of myself starting with my neck and working my way down to my nipples, making slow circles with the soap. I lift each breast and wash underneath cupping the breast with my the opposite hand as I wash, moving over to wash under the arm too. Slipping the scrub lower I follow my side and wash my hip and move towards the other side to do the same. It makes me feel sexy and delicious when I know you’re watching, being aware makes washing an almost erotic experience so I make the most of touching myself and each tiny part of my own body.

I wash slowly between my legs and lift my foot to the side of the tub so I can make sure I reach deeply. My back is under the water and as the water cascades over my shoulder it rinses the soap off my sides and my hip almost as fast as I wash. The water is just warm enough to turn my skin slightly red as the heat works it’s way under my skin. I separate my lips and wash with one hand while I rub and rinse with the other, teasing myself in the process but the real tease is knowing you’re watching and wondering what’s running through your mind.

I finish up by washing my back and feet and then turning to rinse off all the remaining soap I’ve missed on my shoulders and lower back but remain under the water letting it flow over my hair and face to make sure my hair is fully rinsed off and wondering if you’re still there or if you’ve left knowing I’ll be out soon.

I reach to turn off the water and then turn to open the door, a smile playing across my lips. Every minute with you is an adventure and I dry myself and put on my robe as I head up the hallway to of course find you watching the TV still and looking as engrossed as you were when I walked by the first time. I bend to kiss your lips and ask when you’re coming to bed but I see the bulge under your zipper and I know you’ll slip under the covers next to me and taste my clean skin and please me like no other ever has. What would I do without you?