Kelly joins you in the shower

The moment Kelly steps fully under the spray with you, the small bathroom feels even smaller.

Water cascades over both of you as she presses in close, her heavy tits squishing against your chest. Her skin is hot and slick, still carrying traces of sweat from earlier. She tilts her head back slightly, letting the water run over her face and down her neck before looking up at you again with that same teasing smirk.

Her hand continues its slow path downward until her fingers brush lightly against your cock. She wraps them around you without hesitation, giving you a slow, firm stroke under the running water.

“Mm,” she hums, clearly pleased with what she finds. “I felt you getting hard earlier. Thought I’d come see for myself.”

She strokes you again, slower this time, her thumb brushing over the head. Her other hand rests on your hip, keeping you close in the tight space. The water makes everything slippery and smooth as she works her hand along your length.

You can feel her soft stomach and thick thighs brushing against you with every small movement. Her heavy tits slide against your chest, nipples hard from the sudden temperature change and arousal. She leans in and presses a slow kiss to the side of your neck, then another, just below your ear.

“Kristen wasn’t lying when she said things could get wild,” Kelly murmurs against your skin, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm. “She just gets shy about saying it out loud.”

She gives your cock another firm stroke, then lets go for a moment so she can reach past you and grab the small bottle of body wash sitting on the ledge. She pours some into her palm and lathers it between her hands before bringing them back to your body. This time she runs them over your chest and stomach, washing you while also exploring.

The door, as expected, has already drifted open a few inches from the fan. Through the gap you can see part of the living area. Alicia is leaning against the counter, drink in hand, watching the bathroom with open interest. Kristen is still sitting on the arm of the couch, but her legs are pressed tightly together and she keeps glancing toward the open door, biting her lip.

Kelly notices where you’re looking and lets out a quiet laugh.

“They can see us, you know,” she says, not bothering to lower her voice. “Door’s wide open again.”

She doesn’t seem to care. If anything, she seems to like it. She turns slightly so her back is more toward the door, giving Alicia and Kristen a clearer view of her round ass and the way her hand is wrapped around your cock again.

She strokes you slowly under the water, her other hand sliding down to cup your balls for a moment before moving back up. Her breathing has gotten heavier. Every so often she presses her hips forward, grinding her smooth, shaved pussy against your thigh.

“You’re really hard,” she says, voice low and a little breathless now. “Been thinking about this since you walked into the diner, haven’t you?”

She leans in and kisses you properly this time — slow, deep, and wet. Her tongue slides against yours as her hand keeps working your cock in steady strokes. The water pours over both of you, steam filling the small space.

From the living room you hear Alicia say something quietly to Kristen, followed by more soft giggling. Neither of them has moved to close the door.

Kelly eventually breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against yours for a moment, still slowly stroking you.

“So,” she says, eyes half-lidded and dark with arousal. “You want to keep doing this here… or should we move somewhere with more space before one of us slips and breaks something?”

She gives your cock one last slow pump and waits for your answer, her naked body still pressed tight against yours under the running water.