"Thanks." Remy reached for the bottle and again took a long pull from it. Alison emulated the taller woman but ended her swig with a loud belch. "Excuse me!" She blushed intensely.
"No prob." To emphasize her sincerity, Remy let out a great eructation of her own.
Both women burst out laughing. The more they laughed, the funnier everything seemed. This fueled even more laughter until they nearly passed out from lack of oxygen.
Finally, they returned to Earth. They finished their beers amidst occasional giggles, gasps, and guffaws.
Remy stood up suddenly. "I gotta get cleaned up. You?"
"Well, I can't go out like this."
"Fuck that then. We'll stay in. How about I make us some pasta?"
By now, lounging on the couch sounded much better than going out anywhere. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all. Won't take too long but I'm gonna shower first." As she headed to the bath corner she pulled he jersey over her head and began to undo her slacks. By the time she reached the shower, only panties and bra adorned her tall, lithe form.
Alison stared at her friend, taken by her quiet self-confidence as she posed unconsciously for a moment before proceeding. She turned on the shower and in moments steam billowed from the falling water. Remy reached behind to undo her bra and tossed it to the basket where she'd put her top and slacks. She spread her arms wide and then spun around twice, stopping facing her guest. "I so need this!" she said.
Alison couldn't help but look at her friends lovely breasts. She had assumed that they'd be larger. Not that she checked other women out as a rule. She did feel a little relieved to see that Remy's legs were just a bit fuller than was fashionable. She thought Remy might be prettier than she was and noting this small imperfection pleased her. She was used to being the prettiest woman almost wherever she went and though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she liked it that way.
"I really need a good scrub. Won't be long." She tossed her head back, letting her long, dark hair fall down behind her, its ends brushing the swell of her panty-clad bottom. She returned to facing the steaming water and bent forward to remove her underwear. These too wound up in the laundry basket.
She stepped under the hot water, grabbed a bar of fancy soap, and began to lather herself. Her movements were efficient and thorough and yet, somehow, she made it all look carefully choreographed and elegant. When she washed her breasts, she switched to a more sensual motion as though unaware that Alison was there.
Alison was mesmerized. She'd never watched someone else shower and Remy's open bath made seeing her very difficult to avoid. She noticed that her friend trimmed her dark pubic hair into a narrow, neat rectangle that stopped a just where the slight swell of her tummy began. 'That's the style now,' she told herself. She couldn't decide whether it was perfectly reasonable or kind weird that there were fashions for genitals. Then it occurred to her that if she showered here, she'd be just as much on display as Remy. Unexpectedly, a pleasant shiver went through her at the thought of it.
Alison was no exhibitionist, but having seen her lovely friend in the buff, she felt more confident of herself and she was proud of her own fine body. She got up to get another beer and returned to the couch to sip some more. She propped herself up on one elbow and rested her head in her palm as she watched Remy shampoo her long, dark tresses. With her hands working her scalp, Remy's breasts were well-displayed. Alison studied the dark red nipples and surprisingly large areolae surrounding them.
Remy stepped back into the water to rinse the suds from her hair, displaying her body beautifully in the process. Alison realized that she was staring, entranced by the nude Remy and her graceful movements. She was embarrassed when Remy looked up and caught her gaze but still she didn't look away.
Remy, obviously unconcerned with Alison's attentions, finished rinsing off and turned off the water. She addressed her guest, "Living alone, I never even think about privacy. And the only guests I have usually see me naked anyway." she gave an impish grin.
Alison was aware that Remy enjoyed partners of both sexes and knew she wasn't in any long-term relationships. Still, to hear her refer to her interests so casually seemed odd. Alison was no prude. Heck, the first time she and Robert had sex, she was so high that she had done things she had never done with anyone else. Really dirty things that she never expected to enjoy so much. But when sexual urges hit her, it was always a man she wanted. She had never understood how some women wanted other women, but watching Remy dry herself off, she felt a twinge between her legs.
She ignored the brief sensation of arousal and convinced herself that her admiration of her statuesque friend was simply aesthetic, nothing more. Then Remy bent over, reaching to dry her shins, and favored Alison with a marvelous view of her bottom and crotch. For the first time Alison wished she were a man. She had a momentary desire to be thrusting against those firm globes, buried to the hilt deep inside the taller woman. The urge was so visceral, so affecting, that Alison gasped out loud, quickly bringing her hand to her mouth in a belated attempt to suppress the sound.
Remy worked not to acknowledge what she heard but she smiled inside. She enjoyed having her body appreciated, especially by another pretty woman. Slowly she rose and then reached for a long royal blue robe of luxuriant terry cloth. She wrapped herself into it and tied the belt with the easy flair that comes from long practice.
"Your turn," she called out to Alison as she wrapped a big white towel around her hair so that it looked like a turban. She sensed hesitation in Alison and offered, "I'm gonna be busy making dinner just as soon as I throw something on."
Alison relaxed slightly. In fact, she almost wanted Remy to check her out, to see just how good she looked, to admire how well she cared for herself. The thought of being admired in the nude again brought a twinge between her legs. She got off the couch. She really did want that shower and after two beers, she was more at ease with the idea of showering in the open, on display. At least the toilet was screened off. She couldn't imagine using the plumbing if someone were watching.
"There's another robe in the wardrobe," Remy told her. "It's on the hook on the door."
Alison walked over to the bed 'room' and opened the modern-looking, tall white cabinet against the bare brick wall. She found a robe identical to the one Remy had on and hung it over her arm. She closed the wardrobe and headed across to the shower.
Remy returned to the bedroom and exchanged the terry robe for a shorter one of pinkish satin. The color was only enhanced by the contrast with the pale golden tan of her skin. She then headed for the kitchen and put a large pot on to boil while she prepared the sauce.
Alison hesitated for a moment before undressing. She hadn't showered in front of another woman since her residency, when the on call room had a four-head shower room. 'What the heck,' she thought to herself, 'I did this every day in high school.' She removed her vest and pants. 'Then again,' she considered, 'in high school, no one was a self-described bisexual.' She began to undo the buttons of her blouse. She hung it carefully on the rack and then slipped her slacks off. These joined the blouse before she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. 'Moment of truth,' she thought to herself as she removed the lavender lingerie. Though she was the smaller of the two women, her breasts were larger than Remy's were. In contrast to Remy's large areolae and prominent dark nipples, Alison's were pale, barely distinguishable from the rest of her breast, and her nipples were puffy and inverted. Most folks would have a tough time deciding which woman's breastswere more appealing.
Alison looked over to the kitchen and found herself almost disappointed that Remy was so absorbed preparing the sauce. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her matching panties and tugged them down over her hips, balancing deftly as she stepped out of them. Now, she became self-conscious. In contrast to her fashionable friend, Alison let her pubic hair pretty-much grow as it would. She did trim it enough so that she could wear her one-piece to the gym when she went swimming, but she did not clip and sculpt it as her taller friend did. Robert had encouraged her to let it go natural. He said he loved to go exploring in the wild bush! Must've been an Ozzie thing. As for her first husband, it was never an issue. He'd barely been well-enough to consummate their marriage and they hadn't made love much after that. When they did, it was more often her servicing him than anything physically mutual.
She turned on the water, letting it run briefly before stepping under the steaming spray. God! That felt great. She was so lost in the sensations that she completely forgot about being on display. As Remy had done, while she was shampooing her hair, she turned to face her friend. She was shocked to realize that Remy, finished now with the sauce, was staring at her, apparently appraising her naked form. The thought at once annoyed and thrilled her.
When she was washing her feet, she emulated another of Remy's moves and bent over, offering Remy a fine view of her shapely bottom and furry crotch with her hot pink lips protruding from their luxuriant dark nest. She didn't even know herself if this move was deliberate.
Remy didn't care. She loved the way Alison's ass looked and her inner lips, which peeked out beyond her outer ones and the thicket of curly hair that adorned them. Yes, she approved of the view. Alison was perhaps the prettiest woman she had yet had to her apartment. She double-checked that everything was cooking along properly, turning down the flame under the sauce, before walking over to the bath. She dropped the satin robe on the floor as she approached.
