Braced Against Tile

It was Tener. Standing there with one hand holding the towel closed and the other on the stall, he looked at her with deep blue eyes. Water was dripping from his tawny hair plastered along the side of a very trim, muscular arm. She could see the muscles on his stomach rippling south below the towel.

Letting out a loud squeak, Purity turned, hiding her face, “TENER! This is the women's shower!”

He didn't respond, but she could feel the burn of his gaze on her naked backside.

At that point, the shower sound was muted because she clearly heard the slip and drop of his towel.

“What are you doing?” she asked, still hiding her face, not daring to turn around.

Suddenly warm, gentle hands slipped up her waist and beneath her arms before gently cupping her full breasts.

“Shhh, don’t move…,” he said, pressing his hardness against her backside and leaning to her ear.