Hot water cascaded down my body washing away the soap from my chest, neck and shoulders. I stood under the showerhead letting the steamy water spray into my face before turning and rinsing off my back. My erection did not subside the whole time that I showered, and I replayed the events of the previous hour in my mind. I admit that I kept myself hard with the aid of my soapy palm because there was no way I wanted this throbbing erection to subside; not now. However, I think that I would have stayed hard even without the manual attention.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself dry. I had needed to get the smell of sweat and sawdust off of my body. Madeline might not have minded the byproduct of my labors in her fitting room; in fact, maybe she would have been aroused by the ripe, musky scent of my body. However, I felt sticky and grubby; being so very self-conscious of my own odor would only have given me something else to worry about and not have helped my situation. I wanted to wash away any stench and grime that might in some way have an adverse effect on what was already well underway: my seduction.

I toweled my hair dry then combed it as I thought about the erotic, crushing hug Madeline had given me for finishing the work in her lingerie shop downstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror while thinking about her invitation to celebrate with her, and the magnum of champagne that we shared. I thought about the sexy outline of her full figure revealed through her negligee as she swayed to music in front of her old-style record player. And, I thought about her undressing me on the sofa of her living room, and how she ran her fingers over my exposed chest and nibbled at my flesh while groping me through my dirty jeans, and how she had undressed me enough to free my erection. I throbbed at each thought, and while staring at my own face in the mirror for a few seconds wondered how I got so lucky.

I was on the verge of something big. I nervously allowed my mind to roam wildly about what Madeline had in store for me. It was going to be every young man’s dream come true, wasn’t it? How would it really feel? What would she initiate? Would I have the guts to follow through? Was I man enough to allow myself to be seduced, or would I run home, hide in my room, and jerk off with a fistful of panties

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