The Shower Agreement

“Say it properly,” Tessa said.

Mark looked at the bathroom tiles instead of at her.

They had been together two years. They had discussed sex in cars, sex outdoors, restraints, toys and the fact that Mark secretly hated scented candles.

This was apparently harder.

“I want you to piss on me.”

Tessa nodded.

“There. Nobody died.”

Mark laughed despite himself.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m enjoying you finally saying the thing you’ve been circling for six months.”

They were standing in the shower fully clothed because Tessa had decided the conversation should happen where the fantasy eventually might.

Practicality first.

“Only shower,” she said. “No face unless I specifically ask. Stop means stop. If either of us feels weird afterwards, we say so.”

Mark nodded.

“And no pretending it’s spontaneous,” she added. “I want to know when we’re doing it.”

“Okay.”

“Tonight?”

He looked at her.

“Yes.”

Tessa smiled.

“Good.”

Two hours later they returned to the bathroom naked.

The preparation was almost comically ordinary.

Towels ready.

Water warm.

Glasses of water consumed earlier because biology refused to respect erotic timing.

Tessa stepped into the shower first.

Mark followed.

For a moment neither did anything.

“You’re nervous,” she said.

“Yes.”

“So am I.”

“That helps.”

She kissed him.

The kiss lasted long enough for the strangeness to soften.

Mark’s hands moved over her wet body. Tessa wrapped one hand around his cock, already half hard.

“This is still sexy,” she said.

“Encouraging review.”

She stroked him until he was fully hard.

Then stepped back.

“Okay.”

Mark swallowed.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Tessa knelt in the shower.

“Chest first.”

Mark positioned himself over her.

Nothing happened.

Tessa looked up.

“This is deeply impressive.”

“I’m under pressure.”

She laughed.

The laughter helped.

A few seconds later the first warm stream hit her upper chest.

Tessa inhaled sharply.

Mark immediately stopped.

“Too much?”

“No.”

She looked down at herself.

Then back up.

“Again.”

This time he relaxed.

The stream ran across her breasts and stomach, mixing instantly with the shower water beneath them.

Tessa’s expression changed.

Mark recognised it.

Not disgust.

Not merely tolerance.

Arousal.

“You like it,” he said.

“Yes.”

The admission seemed to affect both of them.

Tessa spread her knees slightly.

“Lower.”

Mark hesitated.

“You said—”

“I’m asking now.”

He aimed lower.

Warm liquid ran over her belly and between her thighs.

Tessa touched herself as it happened.

Mark’s cock hardened further.

“Fuck,” he said.

Tessa looked up at him.

“That good?”

“Yes.”

She smiled.

When he finished, the shower rinsed everything away almost immediately.

Tessa stood.

“My turn to ask something.”

Mark waited.

“Can I do it to you?”

He had not expected that.

“Yes.”

Tessa laughed at his expression.

“You really didn’t think this through.”

“No.”

He sat on the shower floor with his back against the tiles.

Tessa stood over him.

“Same rules?”

“Yes.”

“Chest?”

“Yes.”

She relaxed.

The first splash hit his shoulder, then his chest.

Mark closed his eyes.

The taboo of it was stronger from this side than he had imagined.

Tessa watched him carefully.

“Still good?”

“Yes.”

She continued.

Mark wrapped a hand around his cock.

Tessa saw and smiled.

“Oh, definitely good.”

“Don’t narrate.”

“I absolutely will.”

When she finished, she crouched in front of him.

They kissed under the running water.

The fetish itself had lasted minutes.

What followed lasted considerably longer.

Tessa straddled Mark on the shower floor, guiding his cock inside her.

He held her hips while she rode him slowly.

Water beat against her back.

Everything from the experiment was already washing down the drain, leaving only the fact that they had crossed a line together and liked what was on the other side.

Tessa moved faster.

Mark reached between them and rubbed her clit.

She came first, forehead pressed against his.

Mark followed soon after, pulling her down against him as he came.

They remained under the water until it began to cool.

Later, in bed, Tessa rolled onto her side.

“Well?”

Mark considered.

“Less scary than saying it out loud.”

“That’s usually how fantasies work.”

“You’d do it again?”

“Yes.”

He smiled.

Tessa pointed at him.

“But the shower agreement remains.”

“Absolutely.”

“No surprises.”

“No surprises.”

She turned off the lamp.

Then added into the dark:

“And next time, drink more water.”

Mark laughed so hard the mattress shook.