Bernard, in the early hours, stands under the powerful spray of the shower, his body glistening with suds. He takes his rigid cock in hand, the soap providing a slick glide as he pumps furiously. The steam fills the small room, his moans echoing off the tiles. He's alone, but the fantasy of a secret observer fuels his desire. He imagines a hidden partner, their eyes on him, their breath ragged with desire. He quickens his pace, his body tensing, his release imminent. With a final groan, he spills himself onto the shower floor, the water washing it away, leaving him spent and satisfied.