Getting clean

Your entire body (except your nub) stiffens from the cold. You and come to get air, greeted by Auburn’s vagina at eye level.

You sputter and look up to see a subdued Auburn smiling at you, with the new guest -Brooke was it? - running a wash cloth along her shoulders.

“H-hi” you shiver.

Brooke blushes and responds “hi…professor…good to see you.”

Your department shared an intern. Of course she knew you. Your shame grew as you sank deeper into the water, in spite of the temperature.

Brooke continued running the wash cloth down Auburn’s body as Auburn closed her eyes and bit her lip. As Brooke washed Auburn’s ass, Auburn thrust her waist forward slowly bringing her bare sex closer to you. Your eyes widened and Auburn giggled as she looked down at you.

“You’ll want to stand up soon, I’m almost done here and you’re the next ‘participant’ that needs to be washed for prep” Brooke stated very matter of factly, paying close intention to the washing she was doing. She was working behind Auburn’s knees now.

You shivered, knowing you didn’t want to be in the cold water any longer, but could you really let another person see your shrunken shrimp? Though it’s possible she’d already caught a glimpse.

And what did she mean ‘participant?’

Water splashed in front of you as Auburn’s tight ass moved away toward the standing shower.

“Ok. Your turn”

Brooke placed her hand on your shoulder.