S-she IS older than you...

She's gotta know what's best, right? She's already been at Coinpilfer for at least a year! She must've used these showers a ton of times already.

Happy with your justification, you put a hand underneath each of your puppies and lift them high, so that she can scrub at the underside. She may know what she's doing, but that doesn't make your face any less red. A-and you may not be experienced with how these public, open showers work, b-but does she really have to use her tongue to clean your boobs' underside??

It takes a few minutes, but you manage to hold back your moans- u-uh you mean your groans! At how long it takes. Eventually, her soft but rough tongue stops its slow sliding across the underside of your boobs and makes its way back into her mouth, where she seems satisfied to savour the taste for a little while. This is really....

"Ahhh... that was good." She smiles up at you.

"W-well, I already washed everywhere else, s-so thank you but I'm going to go back to my room now...." Before you even finish your explanation, you've started to reach over for the shower knob, and covered your chest back up. Just before your hand makes contact, your wrist is taken hold of.

"Wait." The lady sounds like she's nearly panting, and her face is even redder than yours -- but she doesn't seem embarrassed. "I helped you, so why don't you help me? I haven't washed everywhere yet...." She points down towards her... N-NO WAY!! YOU'RE NOT RUBBING HER THERE!! "It's only fair, fresh meat...."