Mark woke up naked, cuddled into Julia. He peeled himself out of the sheets and immediately noticed how sore his vagina felt. It wasn’t bad, but it was a sure reminder of last night’s activities. It throbbed gently, and he began to understand why women liked to have lube.
He walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, still marveling at how odd that felt. He made sure to wipe up and then took a sniff of his (hairless) armpit. It wasn’t bad; he never thought that women ever smelled that bad; but he knew that he needed a shower. As he walked over to start up the shower, he noticed the bathtub and thought that it would be nice to have a soak. “Could be nice.” He said to himself.
He began to fill up the tub and took a look at the loofah and the various shampoos and conditioners that Stephanie had left. It was a lot more products than he was used to, but then again he didn’t used to have hair or skin that required so much upkeep. He grabbed a bar of lavender womens’ bar soap and something called a cream bar and then the shampoo and conditioner that Stephanie had pointed out the day before.
The bath full, he hopped in and began to soap up, paying extra attention to his armpits and upper body at first. As he began to clean up his midsection he got a smirk on his face and, after soaping up his hands really well, began to massage his breasts. “Just like every shower and bathtub porno” He chuckled.
Getting into the act pretty quickly, he reached a hand down to his vagina and, with a bit more skill than yesterday, began to rub one out.
He managed to avoid making too much noise, aside from some sloshing, but managed to have himself another excellent orgasm. “Is it always going to be like this? Masturbating every chance I get? Going to make it hard when I get some work again.”
After finishing his washing up, and marveling at washing off his hairless legs, he got up to dry off. Immediately he noticed the cold air, glad that he had kept his hair dry. His nipples also noticed the cold air, and he put an arm across them to block them from the cold air. “Damn, they never mentioned this!”
He reached for his old, scratchy towel and began to dry off. He held it out at arms length, looking at it with a bit of disappointment. “Man, i really like that towel, but it’s just not going to work right now.” Throwing the towel on the floor, he pulled out one of the good guest towels,
which were fluffy and soft. “That’s more like it” He mused as he dried off.
Just as he was finishing up, Julia knocked on the door. “You finished in there? I need a shower something awful. I’ve got lube, like, all over me.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she opened the door, seeing Mark finishing up drying off. She walked over and hugged Mark from behind, pressing her breasts into his back.
“I see you couldn’t wait for me. You smell great. How was it?”
“The bath? Very relaxing. Nice to be clean.”
“I’m sure you are VERY relaxed,” She said. “Well, since you are done, hop out of the way - I need to shower! I smell like a lesbian orgy. No telling why!” She said, smirking.
“Sure you don’t need help? I’m glad to wash your back or something.” Mark offered, hoping for an encore of his solo performance.
“No, I think you’ve had enough this morning. Go on out - I pulled out some clothes for us this morning.” She said, smacking him on the ass as she turned on the shower.
“Okay babe” Mark said, as he left the bathroom and closed the door.
He looked over at the bed and saw two pairs of shorts and a black and a white sports bra. There were two pairs of fuzzy slippers.
“I guess this is what we have for this morning.” He said. He noticed some moaning sounds from the bathroom. “Yeah, I think I probably have a second.”
He at first picked up the black sports bra before his eyes traveled back over to the dress closet. He had really been turned on by wearing the black cocktail dress last night, but didn’t wear it long. He wanted another taste. He set the sports bra down and walked over to the dresses. He pulled out a few that looked quite nice, a couple that looked professional, and a couple that he could even wear to the office. He managed to find a tan dress that he had never seen before. It was some kind of knit cottony fabric with tiny spaghetti straps. It looked long enough to go down to his knees.
“Nice” he said, quietly.
He pulled the dress over his head and immediately felt it hug all of his curves. He adjusted it over his boobs, and smoothed it out. He looked in the mirror for a moment and frowned. He reached up and pulled out his hair tie, letting his hair fall down. He walked over to the clothes pile and put the nude heels on from last night. Walking back over to the mirror, he smiled. He posed in the mirror and laughed as he relaxed out of the pose.
“Fuck I’m sexy.” He said to himself.
Still feeling self conscious, he took the dress off and put it back just how he had found it. He did not yet, however, take the heels off. Cautiously stepping back over to the bed, he sat down and slipped on the loose blue running shorts and the black sports bra.
He listened for the shower again, and heard a loud moan before deciding to step out to the hallway. “Now what did they say? Heel toe?” He tried walking and while he didn’t stumble, he certainly didn’t feel confident and didn’t figure that he looked that good. Stopping for a second, he had a thought. He pulled up a video from Stephanie’s instagram of her walking in heels for a Shoe Rack promo. He noticed her posture and decided to try to copy that. He also tried putting one foot in front of the other just like she did.
It was not a great success, but it went a lot better than he expected.
Just then, he heard the pipes shake as the shower turned off. He absently thought “I really need to fix that” before walking as quietly as possible over to the bedroom to take the heels off.
As he hid the evidence it occurred to him that he really should have taken some selfies along the way. “Oh well, next time” he whispered.
