A Hot Shower

Emily closed the bathroom door behind her and leaned back, finally able to relax. What a day this had been! She felt very lucky that Sophie was allowing her to use her shower, especially since she had been in two minds whether to come here at all. Perhaps, Emily thought, she was being unfair to think of her friend as being a little mean and intolerant.

She thought back to the time a few years ago when Emily, Sophie, and a few other friends had gone on holiday together. It had been terrible luck that somebody had stolen Emily’s clothes while she was swimming, especially since Sophie had been looking after all the stuff and had only left their belongings for a moment to buy an ice cream. So she probably didn’t intend to be mean, she might have just felt guilty because Emily had been left with just her little bikini for the rest of the day until the bus finally dropped them off back at the hotel. The bus had been very busy, and they had been the only two girls on board, and it might have been **** if Sophie had let Emily sit down in the last available seat, rather than making her stand in the aisle holding on to the overhead rails for the whole of the very bumpy drive back to town. A number of other passengers did suggest that Emily could sit on their laps, but she politely declined, not wanting to inconvenience anybody during the ride. By the end of the journey, after the bus had repeatedly swerved around corners and braked sharply several times causing Emily to stumble and stagger, constantly bumping other passengers with her hips and bottom, she felt terrible, but thankfully everybody seemed very kind and told her it was their pleasure.

Come to think of it, Emily could sort of see it from Sophie's point of view; there had been several occasions when the two of them had been together that Emily had made a nuisance of herself by losing her clothes or otherwise getting into embarrassing situations.

She shook her head as if to clear some of those memories and turned the shower on, enjoying the hot steam as it filled the room. She stepped in, feeling the cold and the dirt and the stress of the day wash away almost instantly. She stood with her head under the jets of water, feeling the beads of water massaging her scalp, and looked up, allowing the hot water to cover her face. It felt really good, and she stood back, smiling to herself as the spray of water gently prickled on her breasts. She found a bottle of sweet-smelling shower gel and washed the remainder of the grime off her body.

She could have stayed in the shower all day, but eventually she shut the water off and stepped out. The bathroom was by no means cold, but suddenly, away from the hot spray Emily felt herself shiver, and her skin seemed to tighten slightly in a quite pleasant way. She looked around for a big towel to wrap herself in.

Surely there would be bath sheets here somewhere? There was a small hand towel next to the white basin, but nothing else at all. A small cupboard in the corner held just toilet rolls and sprays of chemicals. She took the hand towel, and tried to wrap it around herself. The small rectangle could cover her pussy and most of her bottom, or she could cover her breasts, but not all at the same time. She was going to have to ask Sophie for help. Again.

Cracking the door open a little, Emily called out for her friend. No response. She could hear talking and a smattering of laughter from the living room, so she held the towel over her breasts, her other arm pressing the lower edge against her crotch. It was like a small apron, only reaching the tops of her thighs, but as long as she didn’t turn around nobody needed to know that her bottom was uncovered.

Gingerly, Emily made her way to the door of the living room. Sophie was there with her two guests.

‘Erm, Sophie?’ Emily poked her head around the frame.

Sophie glanced up. ‘I hope you didn’t make a mess.’

‘Oh, no,’ Emily continued, ‘thanks again for this. I don’t suppose-‘

‘Hey, don’t be shy!’ One of the guests, a brunette with a pale face, bold black eye makeup and deep red lips grinned at Emily, holding out a glass of wine. ‘Come join us!’

‘Oh, thank you, but I, er…’

‘Come on,’ said the other girl, a blonde with a pretty round face, patting the seat cushion beside her. ‘There’s plenty of room here next to me.’

Emily paused. There were three of them with Sophie just now weren’t there? Suddenly she shrieked, feeling a sharp slap on her bare bottom. She jumped into the doorway, turning around to see the third guest smiling at her, having returned from the kitchen with a bottle of wine.

‘Hello cheeky!’ laughed the girl, walking towards Emily, leaving her **** but to back into the living room, clutching the towel in front of her.