Wet

Carol and Carmen dragged themselves out of a punishing workout. The need for a shower felt urgent. Cool water or something steamier, neither of them could say. Inside the stall they pressed together. Soapy breasts flattened soft and full, sliding over one another with the lightest shift of hips. Hands slick with lather moved greedily across muscle and curve, mapping every wet plane. Fingers lingered on nipples drawn tight from the heat, then slipped lower, tracing soap-slick trails that only wanted to be followed again.