Wash Her

A hand turned a metal lever. Water, cold and harsh, hit the naked reporter like a torrent. She gasped, her nipples suddenly, painfully erect. The barmaid chuckled as she adjusted the setting. The spray became warm by degrees, until it was finally nice and hot—just below the point where it would sting and cause the skin to redden. Lois closed her eyes and dipped her head, to let the hot water flower over her, to wash off the sweat and scent of the night...

With a click, the spray ended, and Lois almost immediately began to feel chill again. She almost jumped when she felt the rough, warm, soapy washcloth on her neck. Maria's strong hands massaged at the muscles as she wiped away at the skin of her back, down her arms and under her arm pits. Along rib and collar, one hand trailed a sudsy line between her breast...and then both of those hands grabbed her tits from behind, Lois' nipples jutted out from between the barmaid's fingers as she began to grope and maul, and worked up a lather. Maria took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled until Lois gasped and arched her back.

Then the towel came back, worked its way down Lois' stomach, to her thighs...and between her thighs...Lois brought her hands down to her crotch to hold Maria there. The reporter began to grind against the towel, and Maria planted a kiss on her neck...then broke the hold. The reporter blinked as the washcloth ran over her face, then was gone.

The water came on again—hot this time, almost boiling. Lois could feel it burn as she was turned this way and that, rinsed off like a bad puppy at the groomer's. Then it switched, again, suddenly cold; and after the heat Lois almost welcomed the icy chill that ran down her body in rivulets, to drip off her breasts and pool in a puddle around her ass.

The water came off. Steam filled the shower, and Maria moved, somewhere out of Lois' sight. The shower had left her relaxed and wet, in more ways than one. Maria arrived with big fluffy towels, and began to dry the reporter off. The locker room embarrassment was gone, and the shower had helped to clear her head. She wondered if now was the time to ask questions...or to follow Maria's lead, at least for now.