Splash

Charlene froze in the doorway, towel clutched to her chest. Bailey stood beneath the spray, water sliding down her skin in slow, gleaming trails. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you," she murmured. Bailey turned, droplets catching on her lashes, a lazy smile pulling at her mouth. "No problem. Come in. Bathing together is better, isn’t it?" Charlene stepped inside, bare feet slipping across the wet tile. The stall was tight—two young bodies, steam, heat, the sound of water slapping skin. Blonde hair darkened as Bailey reached for her, fingers trailing soap across Charlene’s collarbone, pulling her under the spray. The brunette shivered, nipples tightening at the first brush of water. Bailey’s mouth found her neck, tongue tracing a wet line to her ear. "Feels better already," Bailey whispered, pressing their slick bodies closer.