Julie peeked around the corner. Susan was almost naked. Jules knew that the other woman chose to wait to change and take her shower after everyone else from their Aikido class had left due to the rumors. She also knew that the rumors were true. Many of the other women in the self defense class were afraid that being naked around Sue would inspire the woman to molest them, or else that her 'taint' would somehow rub off on them like some damned communicable disease. Julie understood the first fear, after all, many of the women were taking the class because they had been overpowered and forced against their will. That didn't mean she liked it or even agreed with the sentiment however.
Jules and Sue were both there for the confidence, exercise and emotional balance that came from learning a martial art. Jules knew that the same way she knew Sue's showering preferences; the two had become good friends in the years they had been taking the class. She sat through Sue's explanation of the recent breakup in silent, inscrutable exultation. It had only been a few months, half a year at most, since she realized she was bisexual, and it was the perfect form of the body now standing naked in front of her that had first inflamed her passions.
Discreetly she watched Sue's lithe body slide towards the showers. The moment she was out of sight Jules quickly stripped off her remaining clothing and walked to the doorway leading to the showers. She waited a minute, back pressed against the wall, and listened as the echo of the water changed from the clack of it hitting tile to the soft patter against silky skin. She already could imagine the feel of that skin sliding underneath her fingers, the slight taste of salt not fully washed off. A fire had been ignited deep within her and need instructed her to rush into the room. She resisted, waiting for the right moment.
Jules gave in slightly, holding her hair she peered around the corner. She told herself it was simply to confirm which shower and what stage the woman was on. She knew she was lying to herself the moment she caught sight of the supple curves glistening with star-shine of water running rivulets around the side of a barely seen breast and between the round cheeks of her pillowy butt. Quickly she whipped out of sight as the other woman's head turned to ensure her hair complete exposure to the unnatural rain.
She heard the water again echo from the tile and began counting. By ten the shampoo would be on her hands. By twenty most of her hair would be lathered. At thirty she shifted around the corner. As she had suspected Sue's hands were entangled in her short, dark blond, soapy hair. Her eyes were screwed shut against intruding suds. Provided Jules could remain silent the other woman would not know she was there. Ten feet, five feet, two feet. She held her breath as she moved within inches of her prey. Her hands grasped the air in anticipation as they moved around to enfold Sue.
Contact was bliss, even as Sue jumped and screamed. Jules' hands cupped Sue's perfect breasts and her head came forward to lean a cheek against the woman's bare shoulder. Sue's head dodged forward to quickly wash the soap from her face and turned to look at the intruder. "Julie?!? What are you doing here?"
Jules refused to answer. She was afraid of her own mind and mouth. Instead her hands ran up round breasts and lightly across nipples hardened by temperature and water. The skin was as flawlessly smooth and supple as she had imagined, possibly more so. What's more she felt the body quiver under her touch when she brushed past sensitive, erect flesh. This was what she had finally realized, this was what those boys could never understand, they could never share the utter torture associated with a body that betrays with paralysis even while in constant motion. She wanted to share the sensation she was causing the surprised woman, her body shifted backwards and she let her own nipples, engorged by lust more than environment, trace lines across a prefect back. Sparks shot at random through her chest, the warmth that had consumed most of her groin now leapt to an inferno and raged into her torso. She stood apart from the shower, blocked by her captive, but she felt her inner thighs grow moist.
