Quinne playfully poked Amy in the centre of her forehead. Amy smiled sheepishly but panicked as she was suddenly lifted off the ground. She found herself being hoisted by strong feminine arms and then placed back on the black marble countertop. Amy squeaked as her bare behind made contact with the cold surface again.
Amy looked into Quinne's bright brown eyes; the taller girl's face was still bright red and moist from her oral efforts moments ago. Quinne waggled her eyebrows again (in a manner Amy was certain was meant to annoy her) and swaggered out of the room.
"Was that a yes or a no?" Amy called out after her.
Amy leaned over on the black marble countertop to see Quinne's response. The older woman wore only a pair of panties (stolen from her last night), though they appeared...darker somehow?
"You going to just leave me up here?" she tried again plaintively. Jumping down the first time had taken some effort and now she was nervous about doing it again.
Amy was of average build, breasts that were smaller than she would've liked, and a little on the short side. Quinne's efforts had left Amy breathless, unsteady and jelly-legged; even the short jump down from the counter made her nervous of slipping. Amy braced herself, planting her hands on the curved edge of the marble and pushed off. She landed uneasily and wobbled as she tried to will strength back into her legs. Amy held out her arms at a right angles to her shoulders to better regain her balance.
Never expected cumming to make me feel so weak, Amy thought. She smiled wryly.
Or so good.
Across the house she heard the sound of a shower spitting. After spending a few more seconds balancing on the spot, she started towards the bathroom. Her first step forward caused her to slip and she flailed ungracefully on the spot. Her arms pin wheeled through the air before she crashed unceremoniously to the floor.
Amy sat dazed for a moment and began to rub her sore behind. A voice called out from the distance.
"Everything okay back there?"
Amy rolled off one of her soft cheeks and slowly massaged the other. She felt more stupid than injured.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The floor is just a bit slippery. Must be the lino."
She could hear the shower start up from across the house and the voice call out again.
"It's only slippery when wet!"
Amy blushed again despite herself. Quinne kept making cheeky comments like that and Amy just had no response to them – she normally comported herself conservatively and everything Quinne said made her feel...
With her bottom sufficiently rubbed, Amy pushed off the ground with her palms and stepped over the slippery area on the ground. She began padding across the kitchen and into the main living room towards the sound of the shower – she wasn't familiar with the house layout and looked around curiously.
The living room was a high-ceiling but sparsely appointed area. It gave her a great feeling of openness and airiness, like she could breathe easily and clearly. The room might have felt sterile with its simple glass and chrome tables and chairs if not for the mess strewn about. Magazines, Kashmir blankets, socks thrown on the floor and a vase of colourful flowers on the coffee table made the whole area feel inviting. Amy tiptoed towards the table and picked up one of the magazines in a stack.
Men's health?
Beneath this were more than a several magazines of equally eclectic taste – PC gaming, Crocheting Monthly, Air Guitar Today, and Women in Uniform.
Quinne's just...weird, Amy thought initially, but smiled after a moment. But in a good way.
A fog wafted into the room and caught her attention. Cautiously, Amy tiptoed over towards the source of the fog. A wood-panelled sliding door stood between her and her curiosity; she carefully pulled the door along its track, steam billowing out at an increasing rate. Amy couldn't see anything initially as the bathroom air was saturated with steam. She felt herself begin to sweat in the heated environment.
How hot does she like her showers? Amy thought incredulously. It's like a sauna in here.
Gradually, Amy's eyes adjusted to the fogginess and searched for Quinne. The bathroom was appointed in much the same fashion as the kitchen – black tiled floors with chrome railings. Amy spied the shower – a large fixture in the corner of the room that was completely fogged in every panels. Steam continued to pour out of the top of the shower. Every few seconds, water droplets would flick against the glass panel, sliding down and providing a tantalising glimpse of woman bathing nude within. Flashes of bare flesh titillated Amy's senses with every streak down the foggy glass.
"Hey...Quinne...?" Amy called out.
She could hear a loud splashing of water on skin, and then the sound of a large quantity of water sploshing on the shower's tiled floor.
"Amy! The water's great in here!" Quinne answered. "And there's room for two if you're interested!"
Amy continued to tread carefully across the tiled floor – they were slippery from the steam condensation and she didn't want to end this adventure in an ambulance. She suddenly felt sheer fabric underfoot – she looked down and saw Quinne's panties lying in a crumpled on the floor.
They're not dry...
Taking the underwear as a sign of encouragement, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it in a pile next to her. Amy stood completely nude; normally she would feel exposed, even in the presence of another woman, but the opaque fog made her feel more secure. Water vapour gathered on her brow, her shoulders and her breasts, slowly running down her body in a way that Amy found pleasing.
The shower door swung open and Amy could finally see inside – Quinne was oddly contorted inside. She was bent over, one arm holding open the door while the other rubbed a bar of soap against her lower right calf. She turned her head and motioned towards Amy.
"Don't be shy! Besides, you'll let out all the steam if you take too long."
