“You two might want to leave some hot water.”

You stay where you are, leaning against the doorframe with the towel in your hands, and continue watching.

Kelly has Kristen backed gently against the tiled wall of the small shower. The water pours over both of them as Kelly’s hands roam over Kristen’s soft, curvy body. She’s being surprisingly gentle with her at first — running her palms over Kristen’s full tits, down her stomach, and around to squeeze her round ass. Kristen’s breathing is shaky. Her hands rest on Kelly’s hips, not pushing her away, but not pulling her closer either.

You can tell this isn’t something Kristen does often.

Even though Kelly talks boldly and acts confident, Kristen’s reactions give her away. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, her eyes keep darting between Kelly’s face and the open bathroom door where you’re standing. Every time Kelly’s hand slides between her thighs, Kristen’s breath hitches and her legs shift slightly, but she doesn’t stop her. She’s nervous, maybe even a little overwhelmed, but she’s not resisting.

Kelly seems to notice too. She leans in and kisses Kristen slowly, deeply, while one hand cups one of her heavy tits and the other slips between her legs. Kristen moans softly into the kiss, her body arching slightly against Kelly’s.

You keep drying yourself off slowly, eyes never leaving them.

After another minute of watching Kelly’s fingers work between Kristen’s thighs, you finally speak.

“Alicia’s probably going to want to get in soon,” you say, voice casual. “You two might want to leave some hot water.”

Kelly glances over at you with a smirk but doesn’t stop touching Kristen. Kristen’s eyes flick to you too, glassy and aroused, before she quickly looks away again.

You turn and step out of the bathroom without another word.

Only once you’re out of their direct line of sight do you finally wrap the towel around your waist. As you do, you meet Alicia’s eyes.

She’s still leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, but she’s been watching the bathroom the entire time. Her crop top is still damp and clinging to her braless chest, and she’s clearly been enjoying the show. When your eyes lock, she doesn’t look away. Instead, she raises an eyebrow and gives you a slow, appreciative once-over, her gaze lingering on the towel slung low around your hips and the obvious bulge underneath it.

She takes a sip of her drink, then speaks just loud enough for you to hear.

“You’re a tease,” she says, half amused, half impressed. “Leaving them in there like that.”

From the bathroom you can still hear the sound of the shower running and the occasional soft moan from Kristen.

Alicia pushes off the counter and walks toward you, stopping just a couple of feet away. She glances toward the open bathroom door, then back at you.

“So,” she says, tilting her head. “What are you planning to do now?”