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"So what's this?" She scooped a finger around the drain in the shower recess and held aloft, accusingly, a tight bundle of black hair.

She'd been away for three weeks, and now she was back like a prison camp kommandant, inspecting diligently. She was fanatical about keeping a clean and tidy house. Even when showering, her eyes probed for the little things that only she could see.

"That?" He looked closely at the offending package pinched between two of her fingers. "That would be hair."

He was being provocative. It was an irritant reaction, because she was standing naked and wet, and for three long weeks he had missed the way she stood naked and wet. But there had been merely a perfunctory kiss at the door, followed by a room-by-room dust inspection, followed by a travel-weary shower. Prospects for imminent remedial sex kept slipping away.

"Whose hair?" Her tone was demandingly suspicious.

He looked mutinously at the big drop of water that swelled and hung hesitantly from her left nipple before dashing itself on the tiles. Whose hair? Well, he certainly knew whose hair it was.

"Who knows," he shrugged sullenly. "Who cares?"

"I do." Now she was angry.

So was he. "Could be Linda's," he said.

"Linda was here? She had a shower here? Linda?"

"She was here," he confirmed.

"Why would she take a shower?"

"Maybe she needed to," he said. "I don't know."

She was now radiating hostility. "I don't trust Linda."

"She's your friend. Don't you trust me?"

She stepped back under the shower, but her eyes were fixed on him. "I thought I did."

He looked at her mockingly. "But now?"

She glowered but said nothing. Water rained on her body.

Her body. Damn, he thought. This was fucked up. Something had to bend.

Impulsively, he stepped into the shower stall. His best business suit, his best shoes. Too bad.

He stole the hair from between her fingers while she was standing astonished.

"The hair is from Buster," he said. "He kept sneaking in here during the hot weather and I didn't have the heart to stop him. Black Labradors like it cool and wet."

"You let the dog sleep in the shower stall?"

His suit was soaked. "Yes."

The anger slipped crookedly from her face. "You're hopeless," she said. "But you're also a big old softie."

"On the contrary, dear. I've never been harder."

Her hand accurately found his erection through the sodden suit trousers.

"Missed me?" she asked pointlessly.

Under the waterfall, he drew her into his arms.

"This is like hugging a soggy black bear with pin- striped fur," she muttered, her head on his shoulder. "We should adjourn to a more congenial setting."

"Yes," he said, pushing her against the tiled wall gently. "But later."

He unzipped hastily, drew forth his stiff cock, bent his knees, and poked her directly on target. He reached around and cupped her wet and rubbery buttocks, pushing into her. She grabbed with both hands, guiding him in.   "Hot damn," she sighed, wriggling and settling. "That is such a perfect fit."

He took her hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of her head. She lifted one leg a little from the wet floor and he burrowed all the way inside. Knee- tremblers. He had forgotten how much he loved knee- tremblers. When push came to shove, there was nothing like a knee-trembler.

Push, shove, little murmurs and sighs from her, gritting of teeth and tight strain in the back of the thighs from him. It built up with immediacy, fast and furious, a crack-like rip-snorter, an adrenaline rush to blow their heads away.

It was over in seconds. The shower beat water over them. He shook his head to clear his eyes. His best suit, ruined.

"So," she said, pushing him away. "You did miss me."

"No," he said. "I got you just fine."

ENDS

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