Place her hands on your breasts

You look up at the mirror and lock eyes with Maelyn. Her eyes are kind and you don’t feel any lust coming from her. You know where this path leads and you are jumping ahead of where many couples start, but you know that you can trust her.

Reaching down to your stomach, you place your sapphire hands over hers. “It’s ok.” You say with a slight wobble to you voice. “I want this.”

As you guide her hands upwards, her soft hands never once leaving your skin. A shiver runs down your spine, causing your tail to reflexively straighten as she brushes against your sensitive nipples, which become engorged at her touch. You keep your hands over hers as you begin to massage your breasts.

“You are so beautiful. I just couldn’t stop myself when I first saw you come in.” Maelyn admits, a blush spreading over her face.

Your heart skips a beat as she talks. Nobody has ever said that to you. Before you even know what you are doing yourself, you spin around in your seat, place your hands either side of her head and draw her into a long, passionate kiss. Maelyn’s eyes widen in shock before closing as she lets herself be drawn in. Your bodies draw closer, the soap suds being sandwiched between your bodies as your breasts rub against hers, electricity rushing to your brain from the stimulation to your nipples.

Your hands moves down her lithe back to caress her ass as Maelyn’s move back down your stomach towards your loins. A low moan escapes your lips as her hands brush against your closed thighs, temptingly close to their goal. You part your legs to grant her access to your most private place. Both of you break off your kiss to look down eagerly at her fingers slowly approaching your deep blue pussy, a hint of pink showing from inside of your folds.

A giggle and a splash bring you both crashing back into reality. The sounds came from the large bath, which was luckily hidden from sight behind a dividing wall. Two voices talking could be made out, but the echos and sounds of running water from the waterfalls around the room masked anything being said.

For what felt like hours, but was really just a moment both Maelyn and you froze like statues, terrified that you had been caught. But when nobody appeared you breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Glancing back down, you can see Maelyn’s fingers are still only an agonising few inches away from your quivering pussy. She is still looking at the corner of the wall, obviously worried about the other women in the room with you.