Traci reached inside the shower and tested the water. Just right. She slid open the glass door and stepped in. With the steam from the water enveloping her body, Traci stood for a moment, enjoying the sauna-like effect. Besides, it was mid-morning on a Saturday and she wasn’t fully awake, yet.
In due course, she inched forward until the water struck her abdomen. Tilting her head backward slightly, she let the spray hit her face. Then she allowed the shower to engulf her head and flow down her long, dark blonde hair.
Traci wiped her face with her hands, followed by her breasts--cupping them in her palms and watching the water flow over the nipples. She moved her hands down over her stomach and onto her legs. When she reached as far as she could without having to bend over, she brought her hands up the back of her legs.
They came to her ass and stopped. She felt the coolness of the tight, rounded flesh. She thought back to the last pair of hands that held her cheeks. How gentle they were. How loving the touch.
Diane knocked once more on Traci’s front door. She inserted her key and pushed the door ajar.
“Traci? You home?”
The shout was unanswered. Diane walked in and quietly closed the door. The condo’s living room was, of course, neat and clean. This quality of Traci’s drove Diane nuts. But she loved her anyway.
“Traci?”
Still no answer. Then the sound of the shower came to Diane from down the hall. She let out a small sigh of relief as she walked softly toward the bathroom. Diane told herself she would allow herself a peek to make sure Traci was OK, then make coffee.
Reaching the open bathroom door, she poked her head around the corner. Through the glass doors of the shower she could clearly see her twenty three year old girlfriend soaping her full, firm breasts. Water flowed down the young woman’s back, over the soft ass Diane loved so much to fondle.
Now Traci was moving the soap to her stomach and hips and, finally, between her legs. Diane watched as Traci slid the bar along the folds of skin hidden from view by the girl’s hips. Slowly the soap rose and fell over the area. Diane saw Traci’s eyes fall shut and her mouth open slightly.
Diane knew she should leave the doorway and go to the kitchen. Or announce her presence, which would certainly scare her friend to death. Instead, she felt frozen in place…compelled to watch.
What she saw was Traci putting the soap in it’s tray, then return her hand to her pussy. The rhythmic action started again. This time, only her fingers were involved. But the eyes were still shut and the mouth was still partly open. Traci’s tongue wiped across her lips and disappeared again.
When the hand was still stroking the area between Traci’s legs fifteen seconds later, Diane knew she wouldn’t leave the doorway. Her eyes were glued to the scene enfolding in front of her and the wetness between her own legs gave away her interest.
Traci used her free hand to squeeze the nipple on her left breast. Even from the distance of the door Diane could see it grow.
Almost without conscious thought, Diane’s hand slid inside her jeans. Her fingers reached for the clit under her soft panties and rubbed it gently. She had to have more room.
She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and, as silently as possible, pulled down the zipper. Traci was working her own clit more frantically now, kneading her breast with the other hand. Diane put her hand inside her panties and felt the moist warmth of her pussy. One finger moved over her clit and down to the opening to her vagina. The pants were too tight for anything more, so she moved back up to the clit.
Diane smiled to herself when Traci spread her legs farther apart.
“She’s gonna cum. I just know it.”
Traci didn’t need a toy. She had her finger, which was inserted inside her vagina as far as it would go. The girl moved it like a piston, touching her g-spot when she could. Her other hand ultimately moved to her clit. It wouldn’t be long now.
Diane was lost in her own pleasure. The sight of her naked friend playing with herself, water flowing off her back and down her ass and legs was more than she could take. She pushed her jeans down until they lay at her ankles. Pulling at the waistband of her panties, she stuck her hand inside and began desperately stroking the length of her pussy.
Traci leaned forward against the shower wall. One hand pressed firmly against the wall while the other manipulated her clit. Her ass stuck out, creating an erotic curve to her hips that Diane found irresistible. She wanted so much to dive into the shower and devour the girl.
But, she also didn’t want Traci to stop. Watching the girl’s breasts hang invitingly from her chest, gently swaying, was making her crazy. Diane pulled off her shirt, revealing a set of petite breasts. She silently bent over and pulled off her shoes, followed by her jeans. Standing now in just a pair of panties, she returned to masturbating.
Traci’s eyes were clenched tightly shut. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was opened as if in anticipation of a breast being lowered into it. She was fucking her finger, then withdrew it and concentrated solely on her clit.
She took in a breath as the first hint of an orgasm built up inside her. Traci pressed her hand hard against the ultra sensitive clit. Using a frenzied circular motion, she maneuvered it back and forth, up and down.
“Ugh…come on,” she cried. “Mmmm…yeah.”
