Dry her off

You finally feel yourself begin to lose your temper. These girls have been driving you crazy, and now Sasha was putting herself in harm's way. "Look, Sasha, you're already sneezing and you're freezing cold! Stop being such a stubborn idiot and let me dry you off before you get sick!"

Sasha looks surprised at your outburst. She shivers for a moment before calming down and looking at her ruined clothes with a sigh. "Fine. Just make it quick."

Sasha slowly lifts her arms and takes off her shirt before slowly sliding her pants down her legs. Her wet skin glistens in the light of the bathroom. You begin to dry her arms and legs, but Sasha pulls away. "I can dry myself, thanks."

"I know, but if I do it, you can still cover yourself," you say. "I mean, I'm assuming you don't want me to take off your underwear for you?"

Sasha lets out a groan and begins to remove her bra. She does her best to keep one arm over her breasts as she flings the useless garment to the side. She carefully angles her legs to block her pussy as her free hand pulls off her panties. Now she is as naked as the rest of the group.

"Damn, girl!" Isabella says. "Nice rack, and an ass to boot! You've been holding out on us!"

"Don't mock me," Sasha snarls.

"I'm not!" Isabella says. "You look absolutely sexy in the buff!"

You silently agree as you take in Sasha's nude, glistening body. The water on her skin shines in the light, giving her an angelic aura. You struggle to focus and ignore your growing erection as you slowly dry off her arms and legs.

As you reach around her back, you become aware how close your bodies are to touching. Her face is too close to your neck as you avoid sneaking a peak at her covered breasts. You still find yourself distracted as your hand dips too far down and rubs her ass. Sasha lets out a strangled gasp, both out of shock and what seemed to be arousal. You jump back as the girls begin to mock her.

"Oh, ho! I know that sound!" Isabella said.

"What did he do?" Astrid asks. "He didn't cop a feel, did he?"

"Is he going to do that to us?" Jeanette squeaks. You could swear she has a tone of hope in her voice.

Sasha straightens herself up and uses her free hand to take the towel. She smiles coyly at you and tries to hide a blush that turns her whole face red. "I...you...thanks for taking care of me, Sam."