The steam from the shower fogged my glasses. I wanted to turn the shower off, but the door to the bathroom was locked from the inside. Everyone else was out doing part time work so I couldn't guess who was running the mini sauna. When I had first gotten the idea to make this spare apartment an office for artists some of my friends laughed at me. I soon became a defacto manager of local talent. I went from collecting money for bills to setting up bank accounts and acting as a go between for friends with the business world. It became a full time job instead of a little retreat to help me focus on my writing.

I set my glasses down on the table and banged on the door. Moments later it popped it's seal between the rooms and greeted me with a blast of warm wet sticky air. A closer look showed that the steam treatment had warped the wood. Goodbye deposit.

“Is anyone in here?” I asked.

“Just a minute!”

“Jennifer?” I looked around and saw her discarded clothes piled up in the corner of the bathroom.

“Ricky, just give me one more minute. Oh God, Ricky, just a minute more.” Her voice was heavily strained. I reached behind the curtain, but my hand stopped inches away from the water knob. I heard her moan. I was rooted to the ground by her half pleading half frustrated moan. It was then that I realized I couldn't hear the downpour of water that accompanies a shower. I pulled the curtain all the way back in one fluid motion.

She must not have heard me because her eyes were still tightly closed. Her fire red hair hung over her face and stopped just above her breasts. Her soft glistening skin only made her small breasts look even more sexy. Her hands joined together between her legs and I could see the end of the hose that lead to the shower head. Her legs bent at the knees and moved to press against the small sides of the tub. She was moving her hips in a rhythmic grind, giving me glimpses of the matted red hair she kept trimmed along her bikini line.

“Not enough,” she panted. She tossed her head and I was showered in droplets. Her eyes locked on mine and my entire focus became those green circles that held back the darkness of her iris from consuming the rest of the window to her soul. I was moved closer. She had a grip on my shirt and I was being pulled closer. My eyes closed and I felt her lips on mine. Like her eyes, her kisses were hungry, powerful, and if I didn't respond I'd soon be swept away by her need. My button up shirt was wilting while her grip was threatening to pull me into the tub. I felt her press up against me as her grinding hips brought her body closer to mine.

Her grip on my shirt loosened then dropped altogether. Her arm encircled my neck and she broke the kiss just as I started returning her passions. Clank. The shower head was no longer supported by her grip. It sprayed us both with water. Her free arm pressed against me, and her fingernails tried to rip though my shirt as her hand raked down my back.

I could hear her in my ear. She repeated my name and each time her hips moved over the massaging jets of the shower head. It was too short to be the eternity I wanted to experience. She pressed her naked skin to my soaked shirt. I felt her hands readjust on my back. Pain shot up from the base of my spine as her fingers picked at me. Her top hand slid wildly up and down. I couldn't understand her hushed words. I was on my knees with my hips pressing so hard against the tub that I was sure I'd soon punch a hole through it.

Then it was over. She withdrew from my arms. I fell into the tub just as she left the confines of the bathroom. Breathing hot water for a few seconds was as effective as any cold shower could be. I reached over and turned off the water. The steady stream funneled down the drain, drying up the tub, and erasing almost every evidence of our shared moment. I could still smell the hint of strawberry she had used as scented body wash.

“Are you going to stay down there forever, lover boy?” asked Jenifer.

“I'm remembering better times.” I pulled myself out of the bath and saw her standing on the rug, a towel wrapped around her hair, and a sheet of music paper in her left hand.

“Like what you see?” Jennifer moved her right hand between her breast, slowly drawing a trail down her body, and stopping just above her sex.

“I'm not wearing my glasses. Come closer.”

She grinned and let her completed composition slide out from her fingers. Jennifer sank down to her knees and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Is this close enough?”

“Closer.” I put my hands on her hips and kissed her slowly. She kissed down my neck and then back up to my ear. My hand gripped tightly onto the curve of her ass.

“I really owe you for breaking my slump. I lost count of how many times I drifted off to sleep in that shower.”

“You need to find a better way of massaging your muse.”

“Is that an offer?”

“I'm here to help.” I gave her ass a possessive squeeze.

“It's my turn, boss man.” She pushed her hand against my torso then slipped it under my waist band. Her firm hand seized my cock. “I'm not letting go so help me out with those pants.”

I wiggled from side to side as I pulled my pants down to my knees. Jennifer's grip held steady even as I lifted her up against me. She let go only after guiding my cock inside still wet folds. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed down on my shoulders while she lifted up and down on my pole. I kept both of my hands on her ass and guided her pumping hips to keep from slipping out. Her pussy squeezed me as I was inside of her, sucking me in further each time her body rested on mine. No words were needed between us. Her hands tore the buttons off my shirt when she ripped it open. I could feel her nipples rubbing across my bare chest. She sat down hard and moaned into my ear as my cock reached new depths inside of her. Her hips ground hard against me and her teeth sunk into my shoulder.

I could only hear one beat, one rhythm, beating between us. I leaned into Jennifer as I came inside of her. My knees opened up and my hips pressed up into her over and over as each pump was accompanied by a shot of my hot seed inside of her. I fell back against the tub and Jennifer slumped against me. Her tongue darted out to lick the bruise her bite had left on my shoulder.

“What if someone else had walked in?”

She giggled.

“Really, what if it was someone else?” I asked.

She pulled back a little and brushed her hair behind her ear. “I knew it would be you,” she rested her forehead against mine “Yours was the heart that answered my call.”

I rolled my eyes, she rolled her hips, and it was settled.