A Showery Encounter with a Pixie Cut

It was a hot summer day, and Sarah had just come home from getting a fresh pixie cut at the salon. She stepped into the cool shower, letting the water wash over her newly-cropped hair and the sweat of the day.

As she shampooed her hair, she heard the bathroom door creak open. She turned to see her husband, Jake, step in, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, already starting to undress.

Sarah smiled, feeling a thrill run through her body. "Not at all," she said, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

Jake stepped in, pulling Sarah close and kissing her deeply. His hands roamed over her wet body, and Sarah could feel his growing arousal pressing against her.

They broke apart, and Jake reached for the soap, lathering it up in his hands. He began to wash Sarah's body, starting at her shoulders and working his way down. His hands slid over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard.

Sarah moaned, her head falling back as Jake continued to wash her. His hands moved down to her hips, then lower, between her legs. He began to rub her clit in slow circles, and Sarah's knees went weak.

"Oh, Jake," she gasped, reaching down to touch him.

Jake caught her hand, stopping her. "Not yet," he said, his voice husky.

He turned Sarah around, pressing her against the shower wall. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit again. Sarah whimpered, pushing back against him.

Jake took his time, teasing Sarah until she was begging for more. Finally, he slid a finger inside her, then two. Sarah moaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers.

"Please, Jake," she begged.