Bath time

She peels off her clothes, one piece at a time, and steps into the tub. The warm water meets her bare skin and the foam clings, thick and slick. She sinks down, letting it coat her thighs and stomach. Her hand drifts lower, fingers moving slow beneath the bubbles. On the other side of the room the brunette watches, already half-undressed. Her robe slips from her shoulders. She crosses to the tub, steps in behind the blonde, and pulls her close. Their wet bodies press together. The older woman’s hand finds the younger one’s breast, squeezing, thumb circling the nipple until it stiffens. She kisses the back of her neck, teeth grazing. The blonde leans into it, hips shifting, breath catching. The brunette’s fingers slide lower, parting her under the water, rubbing in steady strokes. She moans, head tilting back against the older woman’s shoulder. The brunette keeps working her fingers, firm and practiced, pushing her closer. The blonde reaches back, finds the brunette’s thigh, grips it, and comes with a sharp, quiet sound that echoes off the tiles.