Sam Takes a Shower
Fair bit of warning, nothing really happens in this story. But if you're interested in Sam Puckett having a quick shower while talking to herself, then this webpage is for you.
I cut this scene out of my much more PG story "Sam's Sweet Birthday" and decided to post it as an M-rated one-shot instead. This scene takes place between chapters 1 and 2 of "Sam's Sweet Birthday".
Inside the bathroom, Sam pulls down her pajama bottoms, lifts her t-shirt over her head, yanks off her mismatched socks, slips out of her underwear, and steps into the shower. She grabs the handheld showerhead and turns on the tap. The water runs cold against her feet in a wide soft spray, the adjustable shower head setting Cat always seems to leave it on. Sam adjusts the tap temperature to lukewarm, and then switches the showerhead pressure setting to a narrow full blast, the way Sam likes it.
Sam guides the handheld showerhead and gradually lets the lukewarm water spray in a hard, narrow stream to her feet, over her knees, up her bare thighs, onto her tummy, then up to her breast and finally against her neck. She lets go a deep relaxing breath as the warm water soothingly runs down her shoulders, warmly caressing her entire body on the way back down her back like a warm blanket. The streams and droplets move down her legs, hitting the floor with satisfying splashes.
"Benson's got nothing on this." mutters Sam to herself, her voice drowned by the loud splashes of water striking the floor. "I don't wanna leave here." Sam closes her eyes. She sees Carly Shay's face.
With her body feeling very warm and relaxed, Sam nonchalantly aims the shower head directly into each of her arm pits one at a time. Then, without thinking, shoots the showerhead directly into her mouth. She swishes and swirls the water in her mouth, and spits it out like a bored baseball player.
SAM: "Heheh...Dick Shanary." Sam laughs amusingly to herself.
Sam refocuses on the present moment. She is about to turn off the faucet when she suddenly remembers...
SAM: "Whoop! Can't forget about the Netherlands!"
Sam shoots the water stream into her crotch for a few seconds, and then, pulling her buttcheek open, casually shoots the water jet directly to her butt.
SAM: "The forecast calls for rain for both Amsterdam, and nowww... Rotterdaaam. Heheheh."
Sam turns off the tap, hangs up the shower head, and splurts out some bodywash into her bare hand. As she lathers herself up, she can't help but start thinking about how nice Cat's warm little body felt snuggled up in her arms earlier this morning. The memory of seeing Cat slipping into bed, in her little pink pajamas, sneaks in through the fruity scent of the bodywash.
SAM: "Mmm. Maybe... how much money did we make this week?"
Sam rinses off the lathered soap off her wet skin. The jet occasionally spalshes into her crotch.
"Whoo." Sam's brain again flips a switch. She's back in the shower.
She aims the water stream playfully towards her girl-junk, pulling her hood back a bit with the other hand. Sam purses her lips a bit, intrigued by the tingling sensation the shower head's giving her.
"Ho, mama. I'm surprised this thing isn't illegal."
Sam gives her entire body one more once-over with the hand-held shower, and turns the water off. Sam runs a finger teasingly along the body of the dripping showerhead.
SAM: (in a sultry voice to the handheld shower) "I'll see you later." (winks).