A Friendly Shower

Alina pulls Chloe inside before she can grab her gym bag. “Shower here,” she says, dropping the hint like a dare. They’re the same size—easy swap on whatever they feel like wearing later. Chloe starts to ask if Alina is sure, but the look she gets cuts the question short. Clothes hit the floor the moment they reach the bathroom. Alina’s eyes trace every inch of Chloe’s smooth skin, tracing the way the sweat dries in faint trails along her stomach. Chloe steps into the spray. Alina follows, peeling off the last scrap of her own outfit and tossing it aside. The handheld wand hisses as Alina claims it. She brings the stream slowly across Chloe’s shoulders, down the slope of her breasts, watching the water bead and run. When their mouths meet it’s sudden—Alina leaning in, lips warm and certain. Chloe answers a heartbeat later, tongue flicking, palms sliding over Alina’s hips, then lower, gripping the firm curve of her ass. They trade places without words. Alina settles Chloe on the shower ledge. She kneels, parts Chloe’s thighs, and works two fingers through slick heat while the showerhead pounds a steady rhythm over them both. Chloe’s breath snaps short, hips lifting, and the sound she makes carries through the steam. One climax follows the next until her thighs tremble against Alina’s shoulders. By the time the water runs cooler they’ve forgotten about dinner reservations, forgotten about the city waiting outside. The night has already narrowed to wet skin, slow kisses, and the shared taste of salt and soap.