I stood under the hot shower, letting the steaming water cascade down my body, my eyes closed in pure bliss. It had been a long day, and this was exactly what I needed. The bathroom was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape and indulge in some much-needed 'me time'. Little did I know, this private moment was about to become a whole lot more interesting.

As I lathered up my body with a luxurious rose-scented soap, my hands gliding over my breasts and down to my thighs, I felt a sudden rush of pleasure between my legs. I moaned softly, unaware of the presence that had silently entered the room. Grace, a feisty and adventurous spirit, had no idea she was about to embark on a steamy encounter.

"Is this how you enjoy your showers, beautiful?" a deep voice rumbled from behind me. Startled, I spun around, my eyes widening at the sight of a tall, muscular figure standing just outside the glass shower door. It was him, my neighbor, whose name I never bothered to learn. His intense gaze traveled down my naked body, taking in every curve and droplet of water that clung to my skin.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered, my heart pounding with a mixture of shock and desire. I knew I should have locked the door, but the thought of being caught only added to the excitement.

With a sly smile, he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving my body. "I heard the shower running and couldn't resist seeing if you needed any help." His voice was like velvet, smooth and seductive. I felt my knees go weak as he slowly advanced towards me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"I… I don't think so," I replied, my voice breathy and unconvincing. I tried to sound firm, but my body betrayed me, yearning for his touch. He was a stranger, yet I craved him like a thirst that needed quenching.

In an instant, he closed the distance between us, pressing his hard body against my wet, naked form. The contrast of his warm skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. His hands gently grasped my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against my stomach.

"You're trembling," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck. "Are you sure you don't want my help?" His hands traveled up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples. I gasped, my resistance melting away as pleasure consumed me.

"Oh, God," I moaned, arching my back, offering myself to him. "Touch me… please." I had never been so forward, but something about this man unleashed my inner vixen.

He teased me, his fingers trailing down my stomach, through the trail of wet hair, until he reached the apex of my thighs. With a gentle stroke, he caressed my pussy lips, already slick and swollen with desire. I bit my lip to stifle a cry as his finger slipped inside me, finding my sweet spot with ease.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He began to finger-fuck me slowly, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I leaned my head back, letting the hot water beat down on my face, as his fingers worked their magic.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he grunted, adding another finger, stretching me, filling me with a delicious fullness. I was putty in his hands, moaning and writhing as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Please… I need more," I begged, my pride long forgotten. I needed this stranger's touch, his cock inside me, completing the pleasure-pain I craved.

He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "As you wish, gorgeous." With that, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. I whimpered in protest, but my complaint was short-lived. He spun me around, pressing my palms against the cool tiles, presenting my soaking wet pussy for his taking.

I felt the head of his cock, thick and veined, teasing my entrance. "You're gonna take it all, Grace," he whispered, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. With one swift thrust, he plunged into me, filling me completely. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through me.

He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, relentless rhythm. Each stroke pushed me closer to the brink, the sound of our skin slapping filling the bathroom. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap.

"That's it, baby, cum for me," he grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. I cried out, my head thrown back, as the orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He grunted, his own release building, as he thrust harder, faster, driving me towards a second climax. "Cum again, you little slut," he growled. His filthy words pushed me over the edge once more, my body convulsing around him as I screamed in ecstasy.

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside me, his hot cum mixing with my juices. We stood there, breathless, our bodies still joined, as the shower continued to rain down on us.

As our heart rates slowed, he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Next time, beautiful Grace, I'll make sure you scream my name."

And with that, he slipped out of me, leaving me trembling and satisfied, alone in the steamy bathroom. From that day on, I couldn't help but wonder when and where our paths would cross again.