Peeping on Tea

The party started quiet. Gia already moved through her bedroom in a flimsy nightgown, the lace barely covering her curves. She paused outside the bathroom door, then stepped inside with some quick excuse, but the moment she saw Tea under the spray her reason vanished. Tea stood facing the water, blonde hair slicked back, firm skin shining with suds as she slid her hands over her breasts and down her thighs. Gia’s eyes followed every motion, and her breath caught. Tea sensed the stare, turned, and smiled without surprise. Two girls in the steam. Blonde and brunette. One already wet, the other eager to join. No more pretense. Just wet fingers, hard nipples, and legs opening wider under the shower’s heat. The nightgown slipped to the tiles. Skin met skin. Tongues tangled. They didn’t stop until the water ran cold.