Chapter 32

[A/N: Sorry for the late guys, I was a bit sick. Anyways, advance chapters in patreon (✪_✪)

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The thing about watching Sabrina in the shower, live and in person, was it was just way better than watching a video of her doing it. In-person, first off, you could see her full face. She always kept her face out of frame on her OnlyFans videos, and now you could not only watch her facial expressions, but she would look right back at you, making eye contact as she smirked or giggled.

Then there was the fact that we could interact.

"You know, the whole idea here was that I would take the edge off for you," Sabrina said. She had her long, dark brown hair pulled up and back with a hair tie to keep it out of the water and she was currently soaping up her chest with your body wash. "I can see you getting hard in your shorts again, John. Maybe you should stop watching me wash your cum off."

"Do you really think I could tear my eyes away from you if I tried?" you asked.

"Probably not, you are a horny pervert," she laughed. She shifted, moving her soapy tits under the spray of the water, and you stopped brushing your teeth to watch. It was god damn mesmerizing, the water and soap pouring over her lithe body, battering her fair skin and hard, pokey nipples.

"John! Keep getting ready," she laughed, turning her back to you. "No more show for you."

"If you think your ass is any less gorgeous, I've got some bad news for you," you chuckled, and reached into the shower and gave her butt cheek a pinch.

"Ah!" she gasped, hopping away from you and then turning and glaring. "I think that would be considered sexual harassment, Mister."

"Maybe if I did it in the office," you replied. "But you'd probably like it."

"I would. As long as no one caught us," Sabrina grinned slyly.

She continued washing, moving on to her thighs where she'd accidentally smeared more of your cum.

You busied yourself - you had already washed your face to get her juices off of you, and you finished brushing your teeth and rinsed. When you turned back to Sabrina she was shutting off the shower.

"Towel, please?" she asked.

You grabbed your towel from the rack - only two hanging there, and you really hoped Mosche just used his own but suspected he might use yours indiscriminately - and opened it up for Sabrina to step into.

She did, with a sweet and warm smile, and you bundled her up and hugged her to you.

"Mmm, what's with the royal treatment?" she asked.

You held her for a long moment, putting your chin on her dry head as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. "What are you saying," you asked. "You've never had a boy toy want to wash you, dry you and let you give him a makeover before?"

Sabrina blushed, and you felt her push her ass back against your hard cock in your shorts. "No, actually. I mean, I had a couple of showers with my ex that had some hanky panky, but we always dried ourselves off."

"Well, let me have my fun," you said, and started to rub my towel all over her, starting from the top and working down.

She let you, watching you in the mirror or looking down as you knelt and rubbed down her waist, and her little booty, and carefully between her legs, then further down her thin thighs and calves, all the way to picking up her feet and drying them as well.

"I need to come shower over here more often," she sighed.

"Whenever you want," you said.

"Alright, well now it's my turn to pamper you," she said. "Show what hair products you have, and sit on the toilet so I can reach you without killing myself."

You laughed and showed her your meagre collection of hair products, then sat. She took a couple of minutes to read each product, something you might have actually never done, and then she picked two and your comb and stood in front of you. She hadn't bothered getting dressed, so as she lifted her hands and slid them through your hair you were staring at her from her naked chest with her perky little boobs, down her slim waist to the exclamation point of her pubic hair and her warmly pink outer lips.

She talked to you sometimes about your hair, sometimes humming to herself. You made small talk, the same kind of little banter that used to be part of your lunches in the Intern conference room at work. The feeling of Sabrina's fingers in your hair was wonderful, and the pure sexuality of having her naked with you started to diminish just a little into a warmer comfortability as she turned your head this way and then that.

Then things got a little more painful as she found your tweezers and went to work, cleaning up your eyebrows. Your eyes watered as she ruthlessly plucked on the inside and outside, feeling every little hair, but then she was done and she laughed at the expression on your face and pulled it forward into a hug that put you right between her little tits.

"I think that's it," Sabrina said, standing back and looking over your head. "We've done as much as we can. We'll just have to hope that it's enough."

"Wow, ouch," you said, making her giggle.

"Just one last thing, I think," Sabrina said.

"I thought you said we were done?" you asked.

"With the makeover," she said. "Not with this." She groped the front of your shorts, running her hand along your hard cock again. "Stand up."

You did, and she got on her knees on the bath mat and lowered your shorts before looking up at you as she grasped your cock in her hand. "No funny stuff this time," she said. "Just come in my mouth, we need to get you out for your date."

"Yes, mommy," you joked.

"Mmm, mommy thinks daddy needs some relief," Sabrina smirked.

And she certainly gave you that.