SUMMARY: Egon finds something new in the shower.
RATING: R to a mild NC-17 for self-indulgence.
DEDICATION: For Wolf, who gave me the idea to begin with, and to Icewoman, who helped by MSTing BSSG. (Don't ask.)
Egon Spengler woke, stretched, and went into the bathroom for his morning shower. He was the last one up this morning, since he had stayed up into the wee hours working on yet another lab experiment. Since there were no busts scheduled in the morning, the others were considerate enough to let him sleep in.
In the bathroom, he stripped off his nightshirt and turned on the taps. He made the water as hot as he could stand it, since he wanted to ease the ache in his muscles caused from too much hunching over the lab table. Egon stepped into the tub, letting the warm spray wash over him for a few moments. His trademark curl slowly unwound itself, and was soon plastered against his face. A minor annoyance, he pushed it back out of the way, and resumed his soaking.
When he felt more relaxed, Egon reached for the bar of soap -- and found nothing but a sliver that quickly dissolved between his fingertips.
"Darn," he swore. He had forgotten that Peter used quite a bit of soap whenever he was slimed on a bust, and must not have replaced the bar when he was finished. And Egon was loathe to climb out of the tub and drip all over the floor, as he slipped the last time and pulled a muscle.
Looking about, he spotted a bottle of thick, pinkish liquid, with a pump top. Egon picked up the bottle to read the label.
"Hmm...raspberry shower gel," he murmured. "Who left this here?"
He pumped a dollop of the dark pink glop into his palm. The fruity smell of raspberries wafted up on the steam, and Egon smiled. He was reminded of the way their secretary smelled, whenever Egon was close enough to catch a whiff.
"It must be Janine's," he mused aloud. "She must have left it here when she used the shower this morning while they are replacing the hot water heaters in her apartment building." He paused for a moment, rubbing the slick stuff between his fingertips. "I guess this is better than nothing."
But how to apply it? He had no washcloth here in the tub, and using his hands seemed inadequate, somehow. And then his gaze fell upon the pink, scrubbing puff hanging from the showerhead. Long fingers reached up, and retrieved it.
"One pink gel plus one pink puff equals two, so I'd bet that this is what is used for application."
He pumped a couple more dollops into the puff, and lathered it up with his hands.
"I sure hope no one catches me doing this," he muttered under his breath, "I'll never live it down."
Egon rubbed the puff over his chest, and noticed that his skin reddened, somewhat.
"Hmm...abrasive, but invigorating."
He then started scrubbing his body with gusto, until his skin tingled all over, and turned a shade of delicate pink; a healthy pink. With a smile, he wet his hair down again, and reached for the shampoo bottle.
Alas, but Venkman had gotten to this, also, and the bottle was woefully empty. With a shrug of resignation, Egon again reached for the shower gel. A couple of more dollops, and Egon was happily lathering up his head, whistling a jaunty tune, and letting the scent of rasberries flood his mind with thoughts of Janine.
"I wish she was here right now," Egon found himself saying. He froze, wondering how that little sentiment slipped out.
And what would happen if she were here? his mind asked. Visions of a naked, slippery Janine danced behind his eyes, and Egon found himself turning pink again; not from scrubbing, not from the hot water, but from an internal heat this time.
His mind's eye pictured Janine sinking to her knees on the floor of the tub, and wrapping her lips around his penis, taking him deep into her throat.
Egon moaned, and one of his lathered hands removed itself from his head, and soapy fingers curled around the hardening shaft, stroking as his fantasy took flight.
She resembled a sea nymph, with her hair falling around her face in wet strands, and a body that glistened from the water cascading off of her. Her lanky lover hooked his hands over the shower curtain rod, and thrust into her mouth with wild abandon, moaning her name over and over.
Janine's hands swept back from his hips, and dug into the fleshy globes of his ass, making him nearly go up on his toes. He groaned with delight as he kneaded him, and he see-sawed his hips between her hot mouth, and her knowing hands.
Egon, caught up within his fantasy, stroked himself faster, bringing his other hand down to cup his heavy sac and fondle gently as he pumped. Shower gel dribbled down into his eyes from the dripping hair, stinging him, but it was minor compared to the pleasure he was feeling; both in fantasy and reality.
The fantasy aspect of Janine was taking him for all she was worth, her supple lips sheathing him time and again; burying him in the warm confines of her throat. Sucking hard, she pulled away, and Egon heard a wet, popping sound as he left her lips.
"Cum in my mouth, Egon," she purred up at him, tonguing his slit impishly. "I want to drink you down...every drop."
"Janine," he gasped, as she started in again, this time actually burying her petite nose within his blond pubes. The sensations were overwhelming; and Egon threw back his head, arched his back, and howled his fulfillment as he erupted within her mouth.
As Janine started swallowing, Egon tightened his grip on the curtain rod, hoping to hold himself up against the weakness overcoming his knees. He strained his white-knuckled grip even harder, and he was sure that he bent the rod out of place with his overwhelming passion.
In reality, Egon howled in fulfillment also, spraying the shower curtain with thick, sticky fluid while he pumped, wanting to squeeze out every drop from his straining penis.
Finally, it was over, and Egon let himself slump down to his knees within the tub, panting and gasping for breath.
In his thoughts, Janine released the spent cock as her lover sank to his knees also. The grateful man reached for her and wrapped both arms around her waist, drawing her to him. He nuzzled the soft skin of her neck and collarbone, nipping and tasting. She tasted of raspberries; sweet, wonderful raspberries.
With a wicked grin, Janine the Nymph grasped his face between her hands, and kissed him softly on the lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, however, she turned translucent, into a living embodiment of water, and melted within his arms. He watched her splash down his body, and run in rivulets around his legs, to finally swirl away down the drain.
And then he was alone.
Egon opened his eyes, his fantasy at an end. He sighed heavily, and with an effort, pushed himself to his feet. The spray from the shower head took care of any lingering evidence before he just stood under the warm water, feeling very good.
But all good things must come to an end sometime, and Egon felt the water begin to cool. Not surprising, since he had the hot water turned up higher than usual. He quickly rinsed his hair clean, turned off the taps, and reached for his towel. He let the rough, cotton terry rasp across his skin, bringing the faded pink back up again.
"Egon Spengler, such self-indulgent behavior does not become you," he chastised himself. "Maybe Peter, but not you." Then, his gaze took on a faraway look. "But, it was fun while it lasted."
It was a happy Egon Spengler who wrapped the towel around himself, and padded into the bunkroom to dress.
Peter Venkman sauntered into headquarters, just coming back from a successful date the night before. He strolled up to Janine's desk, and leaned against it, looking cocky and self-arrogant.
"Hope you didn't use up all the hot water this morning, Melnitz," he teased, "I hate taking cold showers."
Janine just smirked, and picked up the stack of letters sitting on her desk. "I'm sure you do," she agreed, handing him the mail.
When Peter walked behind her to head for his office, he paused at her chair. Bending down, he sniffed deeply.
"Hey, that smells good," he said, sniffing again. "Raspberries, isn't it?"
Janine looked up at her employer and nodded. "My secret weapon." She grinned wickedly. "I think Egon likes it...a lot."
Peter grinned at the sparkle in her eyes. "Well, you know Spengs, a sucker for sweets." He straightened up. "I take it the mad scientist is up in the lab again?"
"Where else?" she retorted.
Nodding, Peter meandered up the stairs to the third floor lab, letting himself in quietly. He knew better than to interrupt Egon while he was in the middle of something.
But at the moment, Egon didn't look like he was doing anything; just absently poking at a disassembled trap with a screwdriver, and staring off into space.
Feeling it was safe to approach, Peter walked over to his friend, and froze as he caught a whiff of raspberries...the same scent that clung to Janine! Suddenly, Egon's absent look made sense...
"Egon, you dog, you..."
The physicist jumped and nearly fell off the stool, the screwdriver skittering away on the table. "Peter! Um...what are you talking about?" Although Egon pretended ignorance, his telltale blush gave everything away.
"Having fun in the shower while everyone's away?" Peter grinned wickedly at his friend's uncomfortable squirming. "For shame."
Egon looked away, trying to save a shred of dignity. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "It wasn't that way at all," he denied, blushing all the more for fibbing.
Peter patted Egon's shoulder good-naturedly. "It's okay, Egon, old buddy. I'm in too good of a mood to tease you...today." With a last pat on the shoulder, Peter left the lab.
Egon groaned inwardly. He had a feeling that he was not going to hear the end of this for a long time to come.
"Raspberries...phooey!"
The End
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