Isabella in the shower

Often times, when Gwendolyn would walk through the house, if she heard the shower running, she would detour into the bathroom to see who was there. While all the women took great care of their personal hygiene, Isabella was one of the most frequent visitors to the shower. She worked out multiple times a day, and always wanted to freshen herself up after workouts.

The memory Gwen enjoyed to fantasize about most often was one of the first times she watched Isabella in the shower. Gwen had just woken up, but she heard the water running in the bathroom down the hall. She rose from her bed, slipped on a silk robe (over her silk two-piece pajama set; Gwen liked silk pajamas), and entered the bathroom.

There was a large tub in the corner of the bathroom, and a dual shower head -- part coming out of the wall, part coming out of the ceiling. The curtain was a frosted vinyl, generally translucent and somewhat transparent, but due to the frosted pattern, one could only see a blurred outline of whoever was in the tub.

Well, unless that person was Isabella, who was 6'7", and literally stood head and shoulders above the curtain rod. It was because of Isabella that they had the ceiling shower head installed.

Gwen sat down on the edge of the sink. Isabella turned and saw that Gwen was there. She smiled, and turned back to the water. The overhead water cascaded onto her head, and the wall-mounted shower head sprayed onto Isabella's chest. From this angle, Gwen couldn't quite see Isabella's body, except through the curtain. She stood up, pulled some of the curtain aside, and then sat back on the sink, now with a proper view.

Isabella smiled again, and glanced at Gwen. She slowly blinked at her. She really had just climbed into the shower with the intent of rinsing off her latest workout, but now that she had an audience, she figured it was as good a time as any for a show.

Isabella filled a fluffy bath sponge with a lotion soap, then ran it briefly under the water, and finally brought it to her skin. Isabella had intensely dark brown skin, and the neon yellow of the bath sponge stood in stark contrast to her body. The soap began to lather up, and white bubbles ran down her body. Some bubbles collected at the base of her breasts, occasionally building up on her nipples before the weight of the bubbles caused them to fall. Thoughtful as to what Gwen might be looking for, Isabella made sure that her hands and the sponge didn't spend too much time blocking Gwen's view of her firm brown tits.

With one hand, Isabella continued to squeeze the sponge, releasing more soap and more bubbles. With the other, she rubbed her own breasts, both lathering herself up and simultaneously rinsing some of the soap away. She would sometimes turn slightly away from Gwen. Even though there was no secret being hidden, the idea of not showing everything all the time was tantalizing. When Isabella would turn away, she'd look back over her shoulder a little -- that look back always gave Gwen a tingling sensation in her fingers and in her pussy.

Isabella bent forward, allowing the water to wash over her back. She bent all the way over, and her hands (and the sponge) fell forward to her feet. Her unbelievably long and perfectly toned legs remained upright as she bent at the waist. She could have been an acrobat. Her body moved like a dancer's, and her muscle tone was out of this world. As she bent forward, her ass facing Gwen, her thighs spread slightly, bringing her pussy into view. Isabella ran her sponge along the front of her legs, but drew her other hand to her pussy. With two long fingers, she spread her lips open, and slid her fingers just a bit inside.

She continued serving two purposes here -- intermittent washing of her legs and casual masturbation. Gwen wasn't even sure which was more arousing. She absent-mindedly opened her robe and unbuttoned the bottom of three buttons on her pajama top. She slid a hand underneath the shirt, and began to touch her own breasts. Her other hand slid down the front of her pajama pants, and with no panties on, made quick access toward her own slightly moistening slit.

Isabella noticed Gwen beginning to touch herself, and in response, she slightly sashayed her hips back and forth. This, combined with the three fingers in and around her pussy lips, began to give some structure to her finger fucking. She dropped the sponge, and slowly began to curl upward. Before standing fully upright, however, she stopped, her upper body at a 45 degree angle. She put her non-finger-fucking arm against the wall of the shower, and began to turn herself, slowly, almost in choreography with her gyrating hips. Soon she had turned around to face Gwen. She rested her free arm against the wall of the shower. Now the wall-mounted shower head was behind her, and splashing water against her back.

Oh, her back, thought Gwen. The muscles of her back were so strong, and the long crater along her spine was incredibly sexy. Watching the water cascading along there, the mist of it ricocheting off her skin, Gwen now had two fingers deep inside her own pussy. Neither woman was quite sure when it happened, but they made eye contact. As they each finger fucked themselves, they watched the other intently. Breathing became steady, even, and the two women matched the rhythm of their breaths. Gwen undid the other two buttons of her pajama top, freeing her breasts, which she continued to rub and squeeze. Isabella mirrored the action with her free hand, her long dark fingers working to stimulate her hard nipples.

Gwendolyn's nipples didn't harden in the same way, and her larger, softer breasts had more heft, more side plumpness, and Gwen enjoyed the feeling of them being held up from underneath, even when she was doing the holding.

The two women continued to gaze at each other, fingers in their pussies, Isabella leaning forward, Gwen leaning back. The fingering grew more and more intense, and their breathing heavier. Isabella began to smile a bit and she felt an orgasm welling up inside her. Gwen saw the smile and bit her lip. She knew that if Isabella was nearing an orgasm, then she needed to get there as well. Gwen began to rub her pussy lips and dug into the edge of her clit. She tensed the muscles of her legs and ass, and pressed her hips forward. She aggressively squeezed her breasts -- wow, there's going to be a mark there tomorrow -- and gasped for breath.

Isabella's legs began shake slightly. She could feel herself coming. Her orgasms often lasted several minutes, something her housemates were intensely envious of. Gwen took advantage of this, though, by allowing herself to watch Isabella come for fifteen, twenty seconds, and let the energy of Isabella's climax trigger her own.

Gwen watched across the room as Isabella's body quivered. The water traveled in new patterns down her back, and Isabella's fingers now moved more erratically inside her pussy. Isabella craned her neck, sometimes squeezing her eyes shut. Gwen never took her own eyes off Isabella's body. Gwen continued thrusting her own fingers deep into her now sopping wet pussy. As she stared at Isabella, as she pressed her strong hands into her clit and her mound, she felt the slow emergence of a climax begin to build.

Gwen allowed her finger fucking to grow more even and slow. The climax was near. She breathed deeply, and then again deeper still. One more deep breath in, and she held it. She hoped to hold her breath for as long Isabella's orgasm lasted. As Gwen's oxygen depleted, she felt a greater rush to her senses, and her own climax took hold. She gripped her breast with one hand and used the thumb of her other hand to flick her clit. She didn't let out any air. Isabella continued to pulsate, though it was waning. Isabella's eyes met Gwen's one more time. Isabella bit her lower lip, then licked her lips with her tongue. She swallowed. Gwen continued to hold her breath in, her mouth gaping open, a slight smile in the corners of her mouth. She felt her body convulsing, shivering. She pulled her hand out of her shirt, and pressed it against the silk of the pajamas from the outside. She let a small amount of air escape her mouth as her orgasm subsided. A little more air, a little less orgasm, gradually, until the climax had passed, and she was breathing (almost) normally again.

She looked across the way at Isabella, who had also finished orgasming. She stood up in the shower, knees slightly buckling, the water now hitting her full body. She gently rinsed the last bits of soap from her skin. Gwen carefully stood up, pulling her intensely wet hand from her pants. With her dry hand, she picked up a towel from the shelf nearby, and took a step toward the shower.

Isabella turned off the water, and reached out her hand. Instead of the towel, Gwen held out the hand that was covered in her own sticky pussy juices. Yes, that's what I wanted, though Isabella. She took Gwen's hand, drew the fingers up to her face, and with her delicate tongue, began to lick everything from Gwen's hand. Along with licking the sides of the fingers, she slipped the fingertips into her mouth, sucking them firmly, cleaning them of any evidence of their most recent use. Once Isabella felt that her work was complete, she reached out again, this time for the towel.

Gwen stepped back and watched Isabella simply wrap the towel around her waist, and step out of the tub.

"I'm going downstairs for breakfast." Isabella said bluntly. "Would you like to join me?"