Anna happens

“Why don’t you clean up here, Iain?” Naomi asks. “It will save time, and you have places to go and pussy to eat.” She smirks. “You can grab the guest towel—or you can save the laundry and use mine, if that doesn’t bother you. I mention it because I think it sounds kinda hot.”

I grin at her. “OK—but don’t you need to use the shower?” I ask.

“I’m getting in right now,” Naomi says. “I have to be really quick, too—I just need to rinse off and wash between my legs. It will still be faster than going downstairs and coming back up.”

“Sure, why not?” I say. “I’m not moving that fast anyway.” I start gathering up my clothes.

A few minutes later, Naomi calls out, “The water’s all yours.” I meet her in the doorway for a long, luxurious kiss. I set my clothes on the back of the toilet and climb in the shower.

Just as I turn off the water, I hear the door open. I look up to see Anna Sorrento enter the washroom. She stretches like a cat, then pulls off her sports bra. “It was nice of Naomi to keep you here for me,” she says. She skins off her bottoms and kicks them aside. “Incidentally, she also told me about your camera. She said she couldn’t afford to let you film her, but figured I’d be all over it.” Anna flashes me a sultry smirk. “She was right.”

“In that case, would you hand it to me?” I ask, pointing to where it sits atop my clothes. “It’s that thing that looks like a pair of glasses.

“This?” Anna asks, her eyes going wide. “Really?”

“Really,” I say with a nod.

“No wonder Naomi’s interested.” She hands it to me, then does a doubletake. “Wait, you’re going to use that in the shower?”

“Well, if you’re willing to use just the handheld,” I say. “It wouldn’t take being immersed—it’s not an underwater rig—but it’s more water-resistant than your phone, for instance.”

“Cool,” Anna says. “Shall we try it out?”