Kristen opens the door

You glance over at the towel you brought in and do a double take.

It’s not a bath towel.

You somehow grabbed two small hand towels from the linen cupboard instead. They’re barely big enough to wrap around your waist, let alone dry you off properly.

Before you can do anything about it, you hear giggling coming from the living area.

A moment later, the bathroom door — which had been slowly creeping open — is pushed wider. Standing there is Kristen.

She’s still in her damp white bra and panties, but her face is flushed and she looks determined. She steps into the tiny bathroom and closes the door behind her (though it immediately starts drifting open again from the fan).

“You’re taking too long,” she says, trying to sound casual but clearly nervous. “They were worried the water would run out if you stayed in here much longer.”

You’ve only been in the shower for a couple of minutes.

Kristen’s eyes drop down your wet body for a second before she quickly looks back up at your face. She bites her lip, then reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. She lets it fall to the floor, her full, soft tits now bare and glistening with a mix of sweat and the steam from the shower.

She hooks her thumbs into her panties and pushes them down her thick thighs, stepping out of them until she’s completely naked in front of you.

Without another word, she steps into the shower with you.

The space is small. Her soft, curvy body presses against yours as the water runs over both of you. Her heavy tits brush against your chest, and you feel her hard nipples against your skin. She looks up at you, breathing a little faster, clearly shy but also clearly committed to being here.

Outside, you can still hear Alicia and Kelly giggling.

Kristen’s hands rest lightly on your hips as the water cascades over both of you.

“I… figured if they were going to watch anyway,” she says quietly, “I might as well be the one in here with you.”