Continuing with some clean fun

“Amy, I— I can’t—“ you don’t get anything else out before with one last thrust you climax, shooting it all back onto your own torso as Amy stops grinding to feel your last shudders against her, before letting herself fall onto her side next to you. You take a few more deep breaths, before turning to Amy with a mix of emotions. “...Sorry,” you start, after a second.

“Sor- for what?” she asks. You’d be blushing if you weren’t already flushed.

“I just mean... y’know, you didn’t get to...”

Amy scoffs, and punches you in the arm.

“Seriously? You dork. I’m gonna be fine.” She relaxes her hand from a fist, and places it on your arm. “I should be sorry for uh, aiming you wrong.” You laugh, looking down at yourself.

“Yeah, Rebecca’s probably not going to be happy about the mess,” you admit. Cum aside, the two of you jumped on these nice white bedsheets still dripping with lake water and tracking dirt from your scramble up the shoreline. You actually start to worry for a moment, but Amy smirks, and you get the impression she has something else on her mind when she says:

“If you want to keep going, I have an idea for how we could do things a little more cleanly...” Grabbing your arm, Amy slides off the bed and pulls you to your knock-kneed feet. Still basking a bit too much to object, you’re nonetheless a little shocked when Amy opens the door enough to peek through.

“What are you— Amy!” Your friend, apparently now with benefits, drags you out into the hallway without so much as a word. Thankfully no one else is there, at least not for the split second you’re visible, as Amy pulls you right through the open door of the bathroom across the hall, flipping the lights and locking the door behind her. “Amy, our clothes?”

“You wanna put a shirt on over that?” Amy says, gesturing down my front. As she speaks, she pulls aside the shower curtain and turns on the hot water.

“Good point. So you’re just going to... watch me take a shower?” you ask, not entirely opposed to the strange idea. Amy shakes her head, putting her arm out to test the temperature of the water leaving the shower head. Apparently satisfied, she turns back to you.

“No, dummy. We both got dirty, so we both need to rinse off. So c’mon!” she says, stepping over the edge of the tub. You feel a little silly, feeling so nervous about sharing a shower, considering what lead to it, but maybe it’s something about how clearly you can see now. As you step into the tub, pulling the curtain shut, you can’t avoid the way Amy is looking you up and down, the water hitting your chest and washing away the evidence of climax, her eyes following it as it trails down your body past its source, already hardening again with Amy’s bare breasts about level with it less than a foot away. With a grin, Amy takes a washcloth and starts rubbing the rest away.

“H-hey!” you chuckle, as her hand dips lower, gently ‘scrubbing’ up and down the length of your cock, and you grab the hand towel from her. “How about we take care of you now, huh?”

Amy smiles, and pushes her hair back, jutting her chest towards you and putting her hands on her wide hips. “Go ahead then!” Faltering, you reach out a hand towards her chest... before putting both of your hands on her shoulders and gently turning her around. From there, brushing her hair to the side, you moved down her back, one hand snaking forward and squeezing one of her boobs. “There we go...” she says. Feeling a little bolder at her approval, your other hand trails down her side, washcloth tossed away, until it comes down to her ass, grabbing yourself a generous handful of her cheek. You two go like that for a while, your hands running over Amy’s body as she leans into you and murmurs her enjoyment. Eventually, you decide to take it a little farther; you let go over her ass, and move that hand to her front, fingers gingerly trailing across her hip, her thigh, brushing against her patch of hair...

“...Go ahead,” she says, voice low, after a second, before you continue, moving two of your fingers up and down her lips. Amy begins moaning softly, and lets out a soft gasp when with your other hand, you take one of her nipples between your fingers and start playing with it. “H-Here...” she says, and grabs your wrist, and pressing your hand into her, the already incredible heat between her legs only feeling more intense from the inside, as she starts thrusting onto your fingers. You lean back, tired of the awkward hunched position you’re taking over the shorter lady, and guide her with you until you’re both sitting down in the tub, opposite the faucet, water pouring over you like rain as Amy reaches one arm up to your head, holding the back of your head. Every time she pulls back from a thrust, she grinds against your cock, pressed upright against her ass again, and it’s tough to keep yourself from bucking to the rhythm as well. Amy’s panting gets louder, but as her breath hitches, and you feel her thighs clamp together hard, but you don’t need to worry about her alerting anyone in the house outside as she drags your head to meet hers, the moan of her finishing muffled as she presses her lips to yours.

Releasing her grip, Amy relaxes against you with a deep sigh, silent but for breathing as the water washes away the last of this and your previous encounter.

“How about we get out of here?” She says, tilting her head up to look back at you. You nod, and the two of you carefully climb to your feet; Amy rising first, briefly bumping you in the face with her butt, and steps out of the bath with a chuckle. You follow close behind, turning the faucet off as Amy grabs a couple towels out of the closet and tosses one to you. Wrapping it around herself, she peeks out into the hall again, and seeing no one, beckons you to follow her across the hall, and into—

Into her, with a bump, as she comes to a dead stop against the door. Try as she might, Amy can’t get the doorknob to the guest room to turn, almost as if it were...

“Locked,” Amy says. “Shit!”