After closing the stall door, Ainsley pulled Rachel to her and kissed her, hoping the sounds from all the other showers running would mask the moan she couldn’t help making.
The stall was comprised of the actual showering area with a small changing section before it that had a bench and several hooks on the wall to hang things on. It was quite a small space and Ainsley and Rachel were by necessity pressed close together.
Rachel tasted like sweat and sunblock and Ainsley thought it was marvelous. It was the taste of an athletic woman and, good heavens, was Rachel athletic. And when Ainsley moved her hands to cover Rachel’s ass, she felt the sand that was still clinging to it.
After the kiss both women quickly placed their shower items, change of clothes and towels on the bench or on the hooks, stripped off their bikinis and then stepped into the tiled showering area. It was even smaller in here, absolutely impossible for the two women to avoid pressing against one another.
They stood under the spray of water, kissing while the sand was rinsed off them. After several moments, Ainsley broke the kiss and then leaned out of the shower to reach the bottle of shampoo Rachel had placed on the bench.
“Turn around, baby,” she told Rachel, who immediately did so.
Ainsley squirted a dollop of the shampoo/conditioner into her hand and then started to gently massage it into Rachel’s red locks, building up a nice lather. Rachel tilted her head back and moaned gently as Ainsley’s strong fingers worked through her hair, her fingertips pressing into Rachel’s scalp as she did so. When Rachel’s head looked like she was wearing a crown of bubbles, Ainsley said, “Head further back, baby,” and then let the shower rinse out all that soap, Ainsley helping it along by combing her fingers through the hair.
“Stay right there,” she commanded.
Reaching out of the shower again, she picked up Rachel’s bath pouf and body wash. When the bath pouf was ready with the body wash on it, Ainsley started at Rachel’s neck and shoulders, scrubbing the lather onto her bronzed flesh, removing any last bits of stubborn sand. The scents of cucumber and green tea were now mingling with the traces of apple from Rachel’s shampoo.
Next, Ainsley moved to Rachel’s arms; first the left, then the right.
“Up,” she instructed.
And Rachel raised her arms, letting Ainsley clean under them as well.
Chapter 23
Another woman was washing her!
With her arms raised, Rachel was trying to make sense of this new experience.
Was it only three weeks ago when she was Rachel Hamill, a woman who had never had a lesbian thought in her life? A woman still on the look-out for Mr. Right?
How did she become Rachel Hamill, a woman who was now in a shower with another woman, being washed by that woman?
What metamorphosis had occurred almost without her even knowing it?
And did it matter?
Really, did it matter?
Because right now, all that really did matter was that Rachel was right where she wanted to be, experiencing this latest proof of her metamorphosis.
At first, when Ainsley had pulled her into the stall, Rachel had thought they’d end up fucking, trying to do so quietly enough to not let their friends know what was happening. But instead, Ainsley was scrubbing her with her bath pouf, cleaning off the sand and sweat, making Rachel feel like pampered royalty.
Done with her arms, Ainsley was now scrubbing her chest, rubbing circles of lather on her breasts, her nipples like diamonds, her center reacting not only to the eroticism of being bathed but by the intimacy of it.
Ainsley made sure to clean under Rachel’s breasts as well. Men always neglected to do that the few times Rachel had showered with one. But Ainsley gently lifted each breast with one hand and then swiped beneath it with the bath pouf with the other. Then once she was done and the shower spray had rinsed the soap off, Ainsley bent her head and sucked a hard nipple into her mouth, making Rachel moan softly with delight.
And then, miracle of miracles, the goddess Ainsley was now kneeling before her, scrubbing her abs, poking her tongue into her navel. Rachel felt her head swoon. Was it really only three weeks ago when she first saw this woman, immediately feeling simultaneously drawn to her and unworthy to be in her presence? And now that same woman was on her knees before her, bathing her.
Staring down at what was happening, Rachel felt her clit get even more swollen.
“Turn around,” Ainsley instructed.
Rachel did so and now her ass was being scrubbed and once the soap had been rinsed away, Ainsley bit into the flesh, making Rachel lean her head against the wall and gasp. She pushed her ass out, inviting Ainsley to give it more attention, which the doctor did with little nips or long, languorous licks with the flat of her tongue. Ainsley spent special attention licking the flesh at the very top of the cleft between the cheeks, right at her tailbone. Rachel started shuddering. She had never known that that area was so sensitive or that when someone flicked at it with the tip of their tongue it could send tingles directly to her clit.
Advantages of dating a doctor.
“Open,” was the next command and so Rachel, still leaning against the wall, spread her legs. Now the bath pouf was moving over her sex and when it co