Skip out.

As you watch from around the corner of the blue-tiled wall, Amy cuddles up to Ellen from behind under the shower head, the taller redhead soaping Ellen's tits with both hands.

Well, whatever Amy said to Ellen, the two of them seem to have made up. Certainly Ellen doesn't look angry with Amy. Quite the opposite. Your heart beats hard and heavy as you watch the amazing scene. You never would have expected dear, sweet Ellen...

Amy whispers to Ellen, something like "Peh wih y'sff," just loud enough over the shower to guess at her meaning. When you see Ellen's hand move between her legs, you know Amy said, "Play with yourself."

Amy nibbles on Ellen's wet earlobe and continues soaping Ellen's tits. Ellen closes her eyes and tilts her head back, soaking in the sensations. The shower water rushes over her, streaming through her hair and down her body, dripping from her tits and elbow, and running down Amy's pale, freckled back and dripping off her butt.

A dull thud startles you.

You pull your head back before Amy or Ellen catches you. Looks like Amy's bag has fallen off the bench opposite the showers.

"What was that?" Ellen says.

"It's just my bag," Amy says. "Relax, Elle."

Ellen laughs. "Okay," she says.

You hear the two shift position, followed by soaping and dripping water sounds.

"Let's take care of you before Wonder Boy gets restless and comes looking for you," Amy says. "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

Ellen giggles. "Yeah. How about you use your own dillie next time though, huh? If you're good I'll even get you one for a present."

"Elle, you're the best," Amy says. "Spread those knees a little."

Your heart thumps with excitement again, imagining their intimate, familiar contact. Better just go. You tiptoe toward the door, with Ellen and Amy cooing and giggling quietly from the shower room.

You bite your lip as you contemplate the exit. You cross your fingers and hope you won't get caught. Well, if it's not Cathy, maybe you can brazen it out. You put a hand on the door and push.

Out into the corridor, home free!

"Hi handsome, you look a bit lost," a woman says.

Aw shoot.