Accident Prone 123 Shower together

Max's left eyebrow arched as he observed her face getting redder by the second. "You heard me. Let's shower together."

"Is that the next step?"

Max needed a second to remember what 'step' she is talking about before answering: "Yup."

Without giving her a chance to respond, Max scooped Liz in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

In the bathroom…

"Tub or a shower?", Max asked Liz while lowering her down to stand on the floor.

Liz's eyes darted nervously between the two options before responding: "Shower."

It's not that she does not want to be in the tub with Max, but what she imagined was too steamy and she decided on a more conservative option. After all, the shower is double-sized, with a large rainfall-like output from the ceiling (other than the handheld option) and they can stand in the shower without touching each other. Right? RIGHT?!

But… does she want to go in the shower without touching him? It would be nice if they wash each other's back. Can they stop there? Liz realized that (in her mind) the shower option is getting steamier by the second, and maybe even overtaking the tub.

Max started the shower and when he turned around he saw Liz holding onto a towel and walking out. "I need a minute."

Max looked at the closed bathroom door and wondered if he overdid it. Was it too much? Too fast? He is not sure, but Liz said that she will be back in a minute and the worst scenario is that she does not return. Well, he tried. Considering that he got her topless that morning, he will not push his luck too much.

Max shrugged and started removing his clothes. With Liz or not, he will shower.

Few minutes later…

"Why are you naked?", Liz asked while standing next to the shower and doing her best to maintain eye contact.

Max tilted his head and observed Liz wrapped in a towel. Around her neck is a string which confirms that she is wearing a swimsuit… the one they bought earlier in the boutique.

Max reached with his hand and tugged her towel down, leaving Liz in her swimsuit (just as he guessed).

He stifled a laugh and answered her question. "This is how I shower. Why are you in a swimsuit? Don't tell me that is how you shower because I will not buy it."

Liz was not sure how to answer this. Of course, she does not shower in her swimsuit, but she showers by herself!

When she left the bathroom and started removing her clothes, her initial intention was to remove all of it and wrap herself in a towel, but soon she realized that going in the shower nude with Max is too bold. How can she do such a thing? No man saw her breasts exposed (other than Max that morning, and that was underwater, so Liz is not sure if that counts) and her flower was never tainted by a male's sight. All her doctors are females for this reason! Well, it's not that she is saving herself for marriage, but it's more comfortable to talk with girls about girl-issues.

Ah, how she wishes that she is a teenager, fearlessly putting herself out there without a single worry in the world. But she can't neglect that those days passed and no matter how curious she is, she is not bold enough just to waltz in there naked. At the same time, she can't back off now either. She accepted a shower with him, and the water is already running and… she needs a solution. That is when she remembered buying a swimsuit.

Back to present…

Liz wonders, how can he be so confident and stand naked in front of her with his things… hanging! She reminded herself to keep the eye contact.

"Elizabeth…", Max's voice startled her. "Are you going to join your boyfriend or not? You are the one who picked a shower… and you are salty…"

He stopped talking when he saw Liz making small steps toward him.

When she was in the arm's reach, Max gave her a bottle of shower gel. "Can you wash my back?"

Liz received the bottle robotically and was glad to see that he turned his back toward her. This is too shocking. Well, she was thinking about touching and hugging and kissing… but he is completely nude!

She was so consumed in thoughts about figuring out how to go through this and her discomfort related to exposing herself that she neglected the fact that Max is part of this 'shower together' event and that he has no inhibitions.

Liz told herself to snap out of it. She is a grownup woman, and she will wash his back and do a good job and not make a big deal out of it. Liz did many sponge-baths during her residenship and she saw (and touched) plenty… it's just that none of those patients were her super-hot boyfriend, standing naked in the shower with her.

Max wondered if she will go through it. It is just the back, but it's taking too long. Did she change her mind? He closed his eyes and confirmed that even with that swimsuit on, she is very alluring. He saw her on the beach that morning, but this is different because now it's just the two of them… privacy. His mind started running wild and he acknowledged the pressure in his lower abdomen as a clear sign of an arousal. Eh, it was a long time since he was so easily aroused, but he knows that Liz is not like any other woman he met before because the attraction he feels toward her is much more than skin deep.

Max smiled when her palms started moving over his back. He is making a much better progress than he though.

Liz started a bit shaky, but soon she realized that her palms gliding over the firm landscape of his back, lubricated by the shower gel… it's very nice. Liz was sad that it was over so soon. Maybe she should soap him up again? Or offer to do his front?

She was startled when he turned around. Can he read minds? Her eyes subconsciously moved to his crotch area and she inhaled a choppy breath when she saw that there is nothing hanging, but he is standing straight in attention. Oh, God!

Max smirked, amused by her reaction. "Let me wash your back."

She turned around with difficulty.

Liz jolted when she realized that he undid the strings of her top. She grabbed her girls, one in each hand, hoping to hide them and regretting that they are not smaller… but she covered the most important parts.

"I thought that we graduated this step this morning.", his hot breath swept into her ear from the back.

She understood that he is talking about her being topless, but…"This is different."

"Whatever you say."

Max didn't want to push it. She will relax soon enough.

He collected her damp hair and twisted it few times before pushing it forward, over her left shoulder.

Two breaths later, his slick palms moved over her neck, down her shoulders and she remembered the massage he gave her when her neck was stiff after several hours in front of the laptop. Ah, he has magical hands. She tilted her head forward, giving him a better access.

Liz acknowledged that this is fantastic. His palms moving over her back, his fingers applying pressure just right, down her spine… all the way to her tailbone, sending sparks through her body, and then moving back up. His every touch tugged on her nerve endings, relaxing her and making her tense at the same time.

She was aware that her heartrate is increasing, and her breathing is becoming ragged, and her knees are getting weak… she reached at the back and held onto his hips for support, not caring that she let go of her girls or that he is naked and she hoped that he will not stop what he is doing.

"Do you want me to wash your front?", Max offered in a whisper.

"Yes, please…", she breathed.

She missed his touch when he moved his hands away in order to apply more shower gel. And she rejoiced when she felt his palms on her waist, moving toward her navel before shifting direction upward.

With the tips of his fingers he traced the lower edge of her breasts and her body arched backward allowing her to lean on his chest in anticipation of what is coming next.

Max's left palm rested firmly in the area of her navel, pulling her toward him, and fingers of his right hand teased around her breasts, careful not to touch any sensitive part, but all her nerves were fired up to the point of screaming, making every inch of her skin super-sensitive.

Liz turned her head to the side, searching for his lips, asking silently for a kiss.

Max saw that her lips are slightly parted and moved his right hand up her neck, tracing her jaw until it reached her lower lip.

On an instinct, Liz took his index finger in her mouth and sucked on it while her tongue wrapped around its tip.

Max inhaled sharply when he imagined her doing that while going down on him. It would be more than nice. But not now. He reminded himself that he has an agenda which is moving along better than he expected.

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