Jane woke slowly in the morning. Before opening her eyes she tensed and stretched out the muscles in her legs, feeling the stiffness in her knees and the tension in her glutes. She loved this familiar feeling of post_sex muscle strain; love how it reminded her of her experiences the night before.
She and Emma had moved onto her bed in the night and, as she stretched, she could feel the weight of Emma's arm across her breasts, her hand gently cupping the lower breast as they lay on their sides. Jane gently moulded her body against Emma's, enjoying another new sensation in this togetherness. Emma's arm didn't provide the same sense of strength of strength and protection as a man's, but at the same time, the smooth skin of Emma's breasts and stomach was much softer on her naked back than a man's hairy chest.
She could feel Emma beginning to stir behind her. She reached her arm up to raise Emma's hand to her lips; as she kissed the fingertips individually, she felt Emma's nose and lips against the back of her neck. She thrilled to feel the warmth of Emma's breath as she whispered good morning. Jane rolled over to face her.
"Good morning," she replied, smiling as she ran her hand over the swell of Emma's hips under the duvet.
Seeing Jane's smile, the look of trepidation vanished from Emma's face. She began to gently stroke Jane's naked back; "No regrets about last night then?" "None," laughed Jane, she leaned forward and kissed Emma gently on the forehead. "But now it's getting late, so I am off to have a shower."
With that, she hopped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. After she turned on the water she watched her naked reflection in the mirror. Observing her hands as they moved over her body she thought about Emma's hands and lips touching and caressing her in the same places. By the time her reflection was lost in steam, she was a world away. Standing under the hot stream of water, she lathered herself gently, caressing her body and delicately touching herself. She was so involved in the rhythm of her body that she did not hear the bathroom door open and shut. She gasped in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled back, but she was delighted to see Emma standing there.
"Sorry, I scared you," Emma seemed suddenly hesitant as if thrown by Jane's reaction.
"Don't worry about it," Jane hurriedly tried to preserve the moment, "would you care to join me?"
Without speaking, Emma stepped into the shower and under the hot stream of water. She threw her head back to let the water wash over her hair and face. Jane stood back and admired the sight of the water running over Emma's shoulders, down her breasts and back. She was aroused again; she suddenly felt overcome by the desire to reach out for Emma, to hold her again, to hear her scream and feel her hands as she had the night before. Just when Jane reached the point that she could no longer bear it and was about to reach out, Emma looked her in the eyes and stepped towards her. Jane was still covered in suds as Emma put her hands over Jane's breasts.
"Can I help you wash your back?" she asked with a mischievous smile. Without waiting for a response, Emma ran her hands down to Jane's hips and turned her around so she was facing the back wall. Jane felt the coolness of fresh shower gel being squeezed onto her back. She felt the warm tingle as Emma began to lather.
"You're getting all slippy," said Emma with a giggle.
She lathered the back of Jane's body from neck to ankles, occasionally reaching a hand around to fondle a breast or pinch a nipple. A couple of times, she even stuck her finger in Jane's bellybutton. Whenever Jane laughingly tried to turn around, Emma would pivot her back to face the wall and speak firmly. "I'm not done with you yet young lady."