Actually, Sara...

Sara scooped up some more water and poured over the new maid's head. Her curly, sunny yellow hair straightened when it got wet, lay tightly over her shoulders and bare breasts. The new girl - Lisa - had put her arms tightly around her breasts as she sank into the bathtub, and had not yet let go.

"So how long have you worked for Mr. Karlsson?" Sara recognized Lisa's words as an awkward attempt to downplay the embarrassment of the situation. Apparently she was a little uncomfortable being naked in front someone else - girl or not.

"Oh, just a few months," said Sara, who herself felt how a familiar feeling began to build within her. It always started as a slight tickle between the thighs, almost as if someone had pulled a feather along the soft slit. Shortly after, she began to get wet.

"He seems to be a good man," Lisa said. "Not true?"

Sara smiled to herself. "He is a very good man. Especially if you are docile and do as he says."

"Of course," Lisa said.

After the tickling, it started to burn lightly, but in a pleasant way. It spread through the pussy and along Sara's arms and legs. It was now that her body began to scream for attention, and if she did not immediately remedy it, it would get worse.

"It's easier if your arms are straight," Sara said as she poured another scoop of water over Lisa's back. She put down the bucket and picked up a bath sponge. With soft strokes she began scrubbing the new girl's bare shoulders.

"I ... I might be able to wash myself ...", Lisa said uncertainly.

"Uh, it's no problem. We'll share a room, so it's just as well we get used to each other.

Lisa blushed and Sara felt how the fire between her legs became more intense. Lisa released her breasts and let her arms fall into the water. Sara stood behind her with her scrubbed back, but could see the pale, puffy forms, with small warts and slightly pink nipples. Sara closed her eyes as the fire reached her toes, and she curled them on the wet floor.

Her body had always lived its own life. Boys and men, and the thought of what they were hiding under their pants, made it glow and burn between her legs. But it was only now, with this naked wonder in front of her, that a girl urged the same feelings. Sara had always seen herself as cute, even beautiful, but she knew she was a shade compared to the new maid sitting in the tub. A body created by the angels themselves to drive the men crazy, with nosy breasts, curvy hips and a face so beautiful that it was hard not to stare.

Sara remembered the look in Mr. Karlssons face when he saw the girl, and could not help but feel jealous. When he took her hard from behind, was it Lisa he would dream of? When he squirted her mouth full of seed, was it the sun-yellow angel's lips he would imagine?

"Sara?" Without thinking about it, Sara's movements had changed over Lisa's back. The harsh movements of the sponge were now soft, massaging. They circled the exquisite shoulders with long strokes and went further and further over the girl's shoulders, down towards the full, waiting breasts. Lisa turned her head, her cute face blushing.