Anne slipped the tooth brush from her frothy mouth and spit, flashing the mirror in front of her an overstated, almost cartoonish grin. She turned her head side to side just a bit, checking her teeth, before her lips came back together in a smile. Bright blonde strands of hair peeked from under the thick towel wrapped over her hair. She straightened herself as her thin, agile fingers reached up and ruffled the towel over her wet hair, pulling the towel up and quickly folding it in half.
Standing straight up, the mirror missed the top of her head due to her considerable height, though still showed the slim powerful figureof her torso, her stomach, chest and arms all lean and sinewy. She pouted a bit as her hands moved to her breasts. Although her nipples and areola were admirable, her breasts were hardly large. She had no trouble covering them with her hands. Her lips pursed as she glanced sideways, brushing a tangle of long blonde hair out of her blue eyes.
Past the the misty grey, yet still translucent shower curtain, hot water streamed over a shorter, curvier figure. Even with only the silhouette for comparison, the female's breasts were a great deal larger than Anne's; a pair of great, round, soft globes. She couldn't truly be jealous though, and bit her lip as she slid the curtain to the side to look in on her beloved Helena.
Helena had a soft, smooth babyface, round, but with deep dimples. Her dark brown hair, cut to shoulder length, clung damply to her cheeks and neck as sudsy water ran down over her pale flesh. Although she was squishy and slightly pudgy around her stomach, hips and thighs, Anne found her impossibly adorable.
Anne stepped over the rim of them tub and moved closer, bringing her hands to rest on Helena's luscious orbs of flesh. Helena gasped as her dark hazel eyes opened and she glanced up. She giggled a jubiliant high pitched giggle and reached up to Anne's face, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss her towering lover. There was about half a foot of height disparity between them.
"Why ya gotta be so damn tall, woman?" Helena asked, her high, slightly southern twanged voice playfully curious.
"Tell me why your boobs have to be bigger than mine," retorted Anne, her voice sharp and quick yet still warm.
Helena pursed her lips and glanced off to the side. "Well, if w'both had chests like mine, we'd never get close enough to hug, da boobs would always be in da way." They both laughed at the statement, and Anne pulled her love closer, in small part because she loved the wet-warm squishiness of Helena's breasts pushing against her. Helena's small hands rested cozily on the solid curve of Anne's buttocks. The simple pleasure of a tight, loving embrace beneath a hot shower was too enjoyable to leave for the time being, and they stayed locked together in place for a few minutes.
"OK ... so this new toy store," uttered Helena.
"Mmmm hmmm. Only toy store near to us, unless we want to go out of town," said Anne.
Helena giggled giddily. She and her beloved had a strong fascination with sex toys in their young relationship, and both were quite eager to see the wares of the small shop that had opened on the nearby merchant's street. Helena reached up and smooched Anne again, deep and heated.
"Well is we gonna go, or not?" she asked with joking pout. Anne just smiled a gentle smile and ruffled her lover's damp hair. The two stepped out of the shower and went to get ready.
Truth be told, it wasn't the most perfectly pleasant day. It was on the cool side, overcast, with a light drizzle dampening Anne and Helena's neatly dried and brushed hair. They both wore denim jeans, tight denim jeans; even in public they were fond of goosing each other, and didn't like too much loose fabric getting in the way. Anne wore a thin, colorful blouse underneath a light denim jacket, while Helena stuck to a simple, faded black t-shirt under the beloved black bomber jacket Anne had given her the previous Christmas.
Helena never failed to notice Anne was much more stylish wherever they went. Not that Helena envied her or anything, she wasn't particularly fond of colorful things. Truth be told, Anne was the only really colorful thing she loved. As they walked, Helena leaned sideways towards her blonde beloved, holding her arm as they walked.
That needy, cuddly quality was something that made Anne fall deeply in love with the brunette at her side. Helena indeed could be very fierce and strong. But somehow, around Anne, she softened to a gentle, incredibly loving soul. Anne's heart melted whenever she was close.
The two continued their brisk walk, staying close to absorb the warmth of the other, as a chilly wind blew against their backs. It didn't take too much longer to reach the small toy store, it's high wooden and glass door guarding it's contents. The massive front window was formed of a misty type of glass that wasn't entirely translucent, for obvious reasons. Clasping hands the two pushed open the door and entered.
The inside of the store was quite the antithesis of what they expected. Most adult toy stores had tons of bright lights and bright colors everywhere, with metal racks everywhere, toys hung up on the wall, music blaring loudly. Not so here.
The high walls of the store were a simple, bright white, the entire center area left empty. Neat, forest green carpeting covered the floors. Ornate wooden tables and cases lined the walls along the side, all the wall to the back of the store, upon which neatly sat all manner of sexual, sensual toys, completely honest and out in the open. Soft light from overhead lamps lit the the store, though not to an overpowering degree. At the back of the store, sat a short, neatly dressed man, long black hair neatly braided, the lengthy braid resting forward over his shoulder. He looked up to them with a gentle smile before returning to his paperwork.
Anne stared about with a look of wonder. "I never expected it to be so ... homey."
"Yea ... it's all tidy an' warm." She dashed over to nearest case by the door. Rows of butt plugs, arranged from tiny and unthreatening to ungodly thick and painful looking, stood beyond the glass doors of the case. "Ohhhhh ... an' a nice selection too ..." she cooed giddily.
Anne meanwhile wondered over to a table across from her, it's surface covered by all manner of vibrating eggs and bullets, some of them remotely activated. She chuckled under her breath ... could be fun, but they already had a trio of vibrators of varying sizes. She wanted something a bit different from their usual fare.
