I dried off and stepped to the sink closest to the hallway door. I wet my face, squirted shaving foam into my hand and lathered up. I reached into my medicine cabinet and grabbed my razor. I took two swipes and swirled the razor around in the hot water in the sink. I looked back in the mirror and was getting ready to continue shaving when I saw Claire slowly open the door from the hallway and peek in. When she saw me standing at the sink in the nude, she quickly shut the door.
I raised the razor to my face again and the door pushed open again and Claire stepped in and shut the door behind her. She was still wearing her long, cotton tee-shirt. I figured it must be what she wears to sleep in. I looked back over my shoulder to see if Angela was looking this way. She was facing the multiple shower heads away from me, from us.
I turned my head back to Claire and she had already moved up beside me. My cock was at half-staff and I was trying to turn away from Claire so she wouldn’t see it. She was having none of it. She was inches away from me when she reached past my hip and wrapped her fingers around my cock. It snapped to attention with her touch. I was looking her right in the eye when I quietly but sternly said, “Claire, what are you doing. Your mother is in the shower.” She acted like she hadn’t heard a single word as she pushed her free hand to my mouth and wiped shaving cream from around my lips. Then she leaned over and kissed me passionately. I responded in kind for a moment before I pulled away realizing what I was doing. Again, I said, “Claire, you can’t be here. You need to go.”
My lips were saying one thing and my cock was screaming, “Don’t go.” It was harder than last night and stuck straight out in front of me with Claire’s right hand sliding up and down my shaft. She had a curious little smile on her face as she leaned in and pressed her body against mine. I protested again but I knew my heart wasn’t in it. She did too.
My priority changed from getting Claire out of the bathroom to getting us out of the clear view of Angela in the shower. The only place was the alcove containing the toilet. She never let go of my cock until I had her pressed up against the wall out of site of the shower. She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her long tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her nipples were as hard as nails as she ran her fingers over them. There was no turning back now. I was as horny as a three-balled tom-cat.
Angela started singing in the shower. She must have had her blue-tooth earphones in under the shower cap. Claire slid her back down the wall to sit her ass on her heels. She looked around the corner toward the shower and grinned up at me. My cock was inches from her lips and was bouncing up and down. Claire pushed her face under my cock and licked my balls before licking her way up my shaft and then pressed my glans to my navel with her left hand. While looking me directly in the eye she lapped her tongue up my shaft before curling her lips over the velvety crown and pushed them down my shaft all the way to my balls. My head rocked back on my shoulders and I let out a low pitched groan that was louder than I had hoped.