The shower scene

Leonard was as good as his word.

While Leonora was standing under the hot water in the shower trying to warm up, he lit the fire.

Leonora was the sort of person who could spend hours in a bath and nearly as long in a shower.

She stood there with her eyes shut letting the water cascade all over her.

Suddenly she heard a noise. She looked at the shower door horrified. It was moving. The shower scene from Psycho shot through her mind. Where the hell was Leonard? The scream stuck in her throat.

Leonard stepped into the shower and shut the shower door behind him.

"Leonard," she eventually squeaked. Then she quickly breathed in to restore her stomach muscles to their pre-40-year-old status, and, couldn't help looking down Leonard's body. He was naked. As you normally are in the shower.

Leonard saw her glance and laughed.

"What are you doing here? This is MY shower," she said, still shaking with shock.

"It's my shower. My house, so my shower."

"Yours and Mrs Leonard's actually. Come to think of it - where is Mrs Leonard? What would she think of you jumping into my shower?"

"Shopping," he said, not bothering to answer the last question.

"I thought you would approve of sharing the shower. Fits in with your environmental principles of not wasting water doesn't it?"

He reached over her for the soap.

"Come here, let me wash you down," and he pulled her towards him.

Leonora squeaked. Leonard was just too close to her.

"I don't use your soap. It's full of dead animals. I've got some mango shower gel there," she said.

Idiot, she said to herself. Why didn't I just say fuck off out of my shower?

Leonard obediently put the soap down and picked up the mango shower gel.

He squeezed some onto his hands and carefully started to massage it into Leonora's skin.

Double idiot, she said to herself. At least if he had been using the soap he wouldn't have been rubbing his hands all over me.

Leonora's nipples were embarrassing her. They were not supposed to do that. Well not for Leonard anyway.

His hands travelled down her abdomen. She was still breathing in. Dear me, she thought. I need to get out of this shower....but....but.....

"Turn round," he ordered suddenly. He reached over for more shower gel and then started rubbing it into her shoulders and her back. Leonora finally breathed out.

"Don't you think it smells nice?" said Leonora feebly, trying to inject some normality into a surreal situation. Leonard didn't answer.

Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined her and Leonard standing in a shower together while Leonard's wife was out shopping.

His hands moved slowly and gently down her back. I will get out of this shower in a minute. The next minute. Well soon. Leonora so loved having her back rubbed - and in the shower, with sweet-smelling gel. Mmmm, seventh heaven without a doubt. Even if she was sharing heaven with Leonard.

A car pulled up outside. Neither of them heard it, but Tata got up to go and welcome Mrs Leonard.

Leonard reached the cheeks of her arse and started to rub them firmly. Leonora gulped. It was now or never. If she stayed any longer in the shower.....

She wriggled out of Leonard's grasp, and opened the doors, throwing water everywhere.

"Aw Leonora. What's wrong?" asked Leonard puzzled. He had even used the mango shower gel that she liked. Flippin' woman.

Leonora wrapped herself quickly in a towel, picked up her clothes and shot off to her room.

At the same time, Mrs Leonard walked in the front door with the shopping. She put the bags down, and noticing Leonora leave the bathroom, rushed towards it as she was desperate for a pee.

As she sat on the toilet she realised Leonora had left the shower running. Most unlike Leonora, but she made a note to turn it off when she had washed her hands.

But when she turned the sink tap off, the bathroom was strangely quiet. She turned round to see Leonard patting himself dry with a fluffy towel and admiring his figure.

"Hello Mrs Leonard," he said cheerfully.

"I thought Leonora was in here," she said puzzled.

"She was. You know how long she takes. She uses far too much water so I thought I would come in for my shower and gee her up a bit. Soon made her clear off."

Leonard was proud of that. Not a word of a lie.

"Oh," said Mrs Leonard, feeling very guilty of having even vaguely suspected Leonora and Leonard of getting up to anything in the shower. Although she thought she would ask Leonora about it later to make sure the tales tallied.

She went to pick up the shopping bags and take them into the kitchen. Tata trotted happily behind her.

Leonard noticed Leonora had left her glasses on the sink in her rush to get out of the bathroom. He picked them up and wandered down to her room.

She was lying in bed - as usual - trying to tell herself that she had not just spent five or ten minutes in the shower with a stark bollock naked Leonard.

"You left your glasses," he said, and put them down on the table next to the bed. "Oh, and I told Mrs Leonard that I came into the bathroom for my shower to rush you along because you were taking far too long as usual. You might want to remember that." And he walked out.

Mrs Leonard couldn't find the mushrooms or onions, and then realised she had left one bag in the car. As she went down the hall, she saw Leonard, clad in his towel, walking from Leonora's room back towards the bathroom.

She frowned. What on earth was going on?