He knocked on the door, no one answered. Daniel opened the door slowly as steam escaped. He noticed a pile of clothes on the floor and looked up. His jaw dropped, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body. Chelsea was in the shower, sweet smelling suds covering her body in all the right places. She hadn't heard him come in. He stood frozen, one hand still on the doorknob, unable to avert his eyes. He watched her as she scrubbed her hair and then rinsed it. Daniel, finally able to move, quickly tore at the buttons on his shirt, throwing it on the floor. He fumbled with the button on his pants, never taking his eyes off Chelsea. He finally got the button undone and slipped his pants off, adding them to the pile of clothes. He was about to push his boxers down, when he saw her turn off the water and reach for the shower curtain. Daniel froze, a devilish grin forming on his face. She pushed the curtain aside, stepped out of the shower and saw him standing in the doorway. "Well, hello Daniel," Chelsea said with a mischievous grin. Daniel didn't respond, just continued to grin. "What's the matter Daniel?" Chelsea said coyly, grabbing her towel. She took a step forward, rubbing her thin wet frame with the plush towel seductively. Daniel groaned, "God you're beautiful," he whispered.
Chelsea took another step forward closing the distance between them. Daniel stepped closer as well, his excitement growing. She put her hand on his bare chest as she dropped her towel on the floor. He felt the electricity shoot thru his body from her touch. He reached out and placed his hand on her hip, his fingertips dangling ever so close to her ass. She ran her hand up and down his chest as she moved closer, barely an inch from him. Their bodies were so close they could feel the heat coming off each other. Chelsea looked up into his eyes and saw the desire building. She ran her hand up his quivering chest and wrapped her arm around his neck. She pulled him to her, closing the distance between their throbbing bodies. Turning slightly, so her bare breasts rubbed against Daniels chest, she whispered "What are you waiting for Daniel?" "I know you want me," she breathed into his ear, as she ran her other hand down his side pausing at the waistband of his boxers. She slipped her hand inside, running it across the top of his cheeks. Daniel moaned softly, "Chelsea." He leaned down, closing his eyes. His lips grazed hers softly. Chelsea felt as if her knees were going to buckle under her. She could feel Daniels growing excitement nudging against her. Daniel ran his hand across the small of her back as his other reached up and cupped her head. His fingers tightening ever so slightly. Their lips met in an explosion of desire and passion. Their tongues intertwining and dancing in each others mouths. Daniels fingers twisted into Chelsea's hair as he kissed her deeper. Chelsea ran her hands down his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh. As they gasped for air, Daniel cupped Chelsea's face in his hands. "Wait," he breathed. "What?" Chelsea whispered, her lips quivering. Daniel took a step back, "We can't," his body still throbbing from her touch. "Why?" she questioned him. "I.." he stammered, "I want our first time to be special. Not like this." "You deserve better than this," he said looking into her eyes. "Ok," she whispered softly, biting her lip.
