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Micky was awakened by the sound of water cascading down. Robin was already up and about. Before taking the job at The Pink Bean, Micky would have been up well before eight on a Saturday morning, but nowadays she often slept until after nine. She stretched her arms over her head, and as she did, an idea popped into her mind. She jumped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. The glass shower cabin was entirely fogged up, and from what she could make out, Robin had her back to the door. One of the features of the house that had made Micky fall in love with it on the spot, had been the huge shower. Not that back then she had any idea of what might occur in it, but she was about to put it to good use. She opened the door and slipped in behind Robin.
“Oh my God,” Robin shrieked. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Who? You? Who is still such a long way away from forty?” She wrapped her arms around Robin’s slick-skinned waist. “Anyway, I’m about to give you something much better than a heart attack.”
Robin turned around in her embrace, and their lips locked. Micky ran her fingers over Robin’s soaped-up back, enjoying the smooth feel of it on her fingertips. She really did want to do nothing else than this all weekend long.
“Obviously I need to wash you first,” Robin said when their lips broke apart. “Come on. Hands above your head. Legs wide. I need to get into every nook and cranny.”
Micky shook her head. “You are so bossy, do you know that?”
Robin tipped her head to the side. “I might have heard that before.”
“Here’s the deal,” Micky said. “You can wash me all you want, but after that, I’m the boss. My house, my rules.” Something took root in her stomach. Something indefinable but incredibly arousing.
“We’ll see.” Robin smiled, then turned to squirt some soap into the palm of her hands. She rubbed her hands together, then applied the soap to Micky’s skin, starting with her belly and working her way up to her breasts without wasting any time.
Robin’s hands fluttered over her shoulders and her back next, but they kept coming back to Micky’s breasts, as though drawn to them by an invisible, irresistible force.
“I think my breasts are clean now,” Micky whispered, apparently no longer able to use her full voice.
Robin’s eyes found hers, while her fingers locked onto Micky’s nipples. She didn’t say anything and instead, just intensified her grip and squeezed tight.
“Ow,” Micky yelped.
Robin lifted her eyebrows. “That’s what you get for giving me lip.” Her hands slickly meandered away from Micky’s breasts and found her buttocks, then she pulled Micky closer, their skin meeting in a wet, soapy embrace. So many new thrills. The sensation was exquisite. The next thing she knew, Robin pushed her backward against the glass shower wall and kneeled in front of her. She soaped up Micky’s legs and thighs, her slender fingers skimming her skin, leaving Micky wet inside and out.
“That should do it.” Robin took a step back and admired her handiwork, then reached for the showerhead and let the water rain down Micky’s shoulders. Her free hand followed the direction of the water, dedicating a lot of time to her breasts again, and all the while, Micky’s heartbeat kept accelerating, because this was quite possibly the most arousing experience of her life.
Robin then lowered the showerhead to rinse Micky’s legs, only to turn its nozzle upside down at the apex of Micky’s thighs and unleash its strong jet of water on her clit. Micky’s muscles stiffened. She had let the showerhead linger in places before, where its relentless stream felt good, and briefly luxuriated in the short, mild sort of pleasure it provided—more a fleeting tingle passing through her than anything else—but she’d never deliberately aimed it there with the sole purpose of coming. Somehow, that had always seemed too far a possibility, too much like something someone like Micky didn’t do.
But here she stood, and oh, the jets of water seemed to hit the spot so much more precisely than when she handled the showerhead herself. Robin’s presence had a lot to do with that. That intense gleam she’d had in her eyes when she was running her hands all over Micky, never wavering, always so clear in its intent. When Micky looked in Robin’s eyes there was never any doubt about how much Robin wanted her. She made Micky feel like the most desirable woman on the face of the earth. And all of that while Micky had the supreme privilege of ogling Robin’s firm, strong body. She could stare at that subtle outline of abs all day long, let her fingers roam over that shoulder line for hours on end.