Lois Soaps Valeria's Breasts

There was a liquid soap dispenser on the wall. Lois Lane filled her hands, cheeks burning. None of the women in the dressing room even blinked to see two women, one of them topless, head into the communal shower area.

It's okay, Lane, Lois thought to herself. You're not gay. You want information, right? So you have to keep on Valeria's good side.

"So you...work here?" Lois asked as she stared at the naked breasts. The nipples were a delicate tan, almost the same color as Valeria's skin.

"Si. I've been working here about a month, as a dancer. But I'm not working tonight. Just hanging out. Now come on," Valeria said.

The Latina arched her back, hands on her head, thrusting her tits out at Lois...and the reporter licked her lips and pressed her palms against the soft areaolas, the tiny nubs of Valeria's nipples digging into her. Lois washed her own breasts every day, but this was her first time touching another woman's...and curiosity overcame her.

Her hands slid forward, leaving a frothy white scum of bubbles behind. Lois slid her hands down and under, lifting the breasts and feeling for the first time the heat and heft of the two tits...easily twice as big as Lois Lane's own palm-sized breasts. She squeezed gently, nominally distributing the soap, but really feeling the warm pulse of Valeria's tit-flesh, tugging and massaging gently, exploring and feeling a hot tingle between her own legs.

"34E," Valeria said, to one of Lois Lane's unasked questions. "All the women in my family are endowed. Puberty hit me like a truck. My sister, she diets and exercises, skinny as a toothpick, and has tatas like yours...cute. But I was bigger than that before I left highschool."

Lois coughed and nodded. The brown boobs were now covered in suds, almost to Valeria's armpits, and the reporer's face burned as she rubbed the boobs against each other, to watch the white froth churn in her cleavage. The Latina's nipples were hard now.

"Are you sure you aren't gay, Lois?" Valeria said with a smile. "You seem to know your way around a woman's body."

The reporter shook her head, just a little, her eyes fixed on the soapy breasts in front of her as though she couldn't look away.

"No," Lois said, her voice small and soft. "I'm straight."

"So is a noodle," Valeria said, one hand reaching out to grab the controls for the shower. "Until it's wet!"