Lilly Joins In

The sound of the shower thundered in her ears. Clara almost missed it when Lilly stood up and started to approach. Almost. She saw the other woman creeping closer. Her face was flushed, desire and lust danced in her eyes. She smirked, confident even now. The door of the shower had been left open. Had it been an intentional invitation? Lilly clearly treated it like it was. She was naked so she didn't have to remove any clothes as she stepped into the cubicle. It was big enough for the two of them, but a little bit cramped. Steam wafted between them. Lilly was standing and Clara was sitting with her legs spread. Clara could see that her labia were splayed, liquid arousal running down her legs.

"You want to do this, Clara?" Lilly asked. "You really want to do this?"

For a moment Clara debated with herself, but with the water playing against her body and the screaming need between her legs, there really wasn't much argument.

"Y-yes..." She groaned.

"In that case you've been a terrible ****." Lilly chided her. "Pleasuring yourself instead of servicing your mistress. Make it up to me right now and I won't report you to Alex."

Clara didn't ask how she was supposed to make it up to her. Lilly's pussy was right in her face. She **** her shaking legs to support her wight and rose into a kneeling position. She could smell Lilly's arousal. Her breathe tickled the other woman's mound. Lilly's eyes fluttered when Clara moved forwards. She pressed her mouth between Lilly's legs and started to eat her out. The feeling of being made to do it aroused her even more. Lilly's words danced in her head. ****, ****, ****. Lilly moaned, Clara's tongue lapping at her pussy. She found the other woman's clit and started to tease it. Lilly gasped, the sound made Clara all the more hot and bothered. She started to really go at it, using her tongue and her lips. She sucked and she teased. She buried herself between Lilly's thighs.

Lilly's back arched. Her face was colouring now. Her hands twitched. But she still was able to command Clara to spread her knees, exposing her own womanhood. The shower head was kicked between them, directed upwards so that its relentless **** was resumed against her body. Clara moaned, pleasure raced through her. She shook and gasped. Water drummed between her legs, droplets streamed into her pussy and beat themselves against her clitoris. She was kneeling, her legs were spread. Lilly's sex took up her whole world.

Clara came a moment later. It was a sudden thing. A lashing climax that whipped through her body at the drop of a pin. It must have been the water, the shower head. It was unpredictable. It made it so she didn't have any pattern to memorise or prepare for. Maybe it was also the arousal, the feeling of being used. In the end it didn't matter. She reached her peak and her body responded with a surge of pleasure that plunged her mind into an ocean of bliss. She moaned, shuddering as the waves rocked her body. Her tongue licked out desperately, trying to keep going but it wasn't any use, and she felt her legs go week beneath her. She collapsed with her legs splayed, her spine arched. Clara moaned and moaned, cumming right on top of the drain. Only when she was able to focus again did she realise that Lilly had cum as well. Though whether it was due to her tongue or at the sight of her own orgasm Clara couldn't say.