Sensual

The blonde steps into the bathroom. The tub is full, hot water sending up ribbons of steam. She pours in a few drops of scented oil and watches them spread across the surface. Her shoulders drop. She peels off her clothes and lowers herself in slowly, settling until the water covers her breasts. Her fingers skim over her skin, testing. The warmth loosens every knot. One hand slides lower. She touches herself, slow circles, then faster, breathing through parted lips. The scent clings to her. She closes her eyes. A second figure appears—Zoe, brunette hair loose, steps out of her own clothes. She climbs into the opposite end. Their legs brush under the water. Two pairs of hands move, one watching the other, neither rushing. The tub is theirs. The quiet is theirs. The pleasure builds in measured, certain strokes.