No Towels

Carrie took my clothes and then looked around. "Oh I don't see any towels in here. I'll get these in the wash and bring you a towel. Why don't you get a bath started?"

The way she said it made me think of us together in the bath. I could picture her and me enjoying the bubbles of her jetted tub, and maybe putting my arm around her. I'd get to see her naked. Surely she didn't mean that. "OK" I answered and started filling the tub.

Carrie left and closed the door. Pulling off my bra and panties I stepped into the hot water after the tub was full and enjoyed the warmth. I just sat for 15 minutes or so enjoying the feeling of the bubbles up my back and through my legs.

I thought again about sharing the tub with Carrie, she was so beautiful, those lips, those legs, I wonder what her breasts look like? With that thought I started massaging my own inner thighs, moving higher and higher until I was massaging my own clit.

I was surprised at a knock at the door. Carrie walked in immediately after knocking. Did she see what I was doing?