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Alicia opens the door
You finish rinsing off and reach for the towel you grabbed earlier.
It’s only when you actually look at it properly that you realise your mistake — you didn’t grab a bath towel. You picked up two small hand towels instead. They’re barely big enough to cover anything important.
You’re still staring at the useless towels when you hear giggling from outside the bathroom.
A moment later, the door — which had been half-open anyway — swings open a little wider.
Alicia stands there.
She’s still in her thin crop top and panties, but she’s already pulling the crop top up and over her head as she steps into the tiny bathroom. Her small, perky tits are fully on display now, nipples hard. She tosses the top onto the floor outside and looks at you with a playful, slightly impatient expression.
“You’re taking forever,” she says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “We were worried the hot water was going to run out.”
You’ve only been in the shower for a couple of minutes.
She doesn’t wait for an answer. She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushes them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor. Completely naked now, she steps into the small shower cubicle with you.
The space is very tight.
Her wet skin presses against yours almost immediately as she moves under the spray. Her small tits brush against your chest, and she has to tilt her head back slightly to look up at you because of how close you’re standing. Water runs down her toned body, over her stomach and between her legs.
She doesn’t seem even slightly embarrassed.
Alicia reaches past you for the body wash, her arm sliding against your side.
“Move over a bit,” she says, smirking. “Unless you want me pressed up against you the whole time.”
From outside the bathroom, you can still hear Kelly and Kristen talking in low voices, though you can’t make out what they’re saying.
Alicia pours some body wash into her hands and starts lathering it slowly over her chest and stomach, right in front of you.
“So,” she says casually, like the two of you aren’t standing naked together in a tiny shower, “you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna help me wash my back?”
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