The bathroom door creaked open, and Charlie waddled in, his chubby cheeks wobbling with each step. He let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, locking it with a satisfying click.
Charlie glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his chubby face framed by a slight double chin. He smirked, running a hand over his round belly. "Well, hello there, old friend," he chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
His pants followed, along with his shoes, until Charlie was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but his birthday suit. He looked himself up and down, his gaze lingering on his round, naked body. "You're looking good today, Charlie," he winked at his reflection.
Charlie turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to his liking. He stepped into the warm spray, letting it wash over his body. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the water on his skin. He reached for the body wash, lathering it in his hands.
He began to wash himself, starting with his chest. He circled his nipples with his soapy fingers, feeling them harden under his touch. Charlie grinned, moving his hands down to his belly. He rubbed the soap into his skin, his fingers tracing the curves and rolls of his body.
He continued to wash himself, moving his hands lower. He reached his thighs, running his soapy fingers along the soft skin. Charlie's hand drifted lower, to his inner thigh. He hesitated for a moment, then continued his exploration.
He reached his groin, his hand brushing against his growing arousal. Charlie chuckled, beginning to stroke himself. His hand moved in slow, deliberate circles as he leaned back against the shower wall, his eyes closed in pleasure.
He continued to pleasure himself, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the familiar tension building in his body. Charlie opened his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror. He smirked, his hand still moving in steady circles. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Charlie."
Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open, and a tall, striking woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes strode in. Charlie jumped, startled, his hand slipping from his arousal.
"Well, well, well," the woman purred, her eyes raking over Charlie's naked body. "What do we have here?"
Charlie blushed, stammering out a greeting. "Uh, hi, I'm Charlie. I live here."
The woman raised an eyebrow, sauntering closer to Charlie. "I can see that," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Charlie's body.
Charlie felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as the woman reached out, tracing a finger along his chest. "You're quite the specimen, Charlie," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Charlie gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
The woman grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Charlie," she said, her hand drifting lower, to Charlie's still-hard arousal.
Charlie gasped as the woman wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm and confident. "I think you're right," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
And with that, the woman led Charlie out of the shower and into a night of passion that neither of them would ever forget.
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