Hell YES!

I quickly shucked my swim trunks, my cock already at full attention. I slid the curtain to the side and stepped into the shower, my eyes roaming over Helen's nude form.

She had closed her eyes and allowed the water to run over her features in rivulets. She breathed out, and opened her eyes, her gaze roaming all over my body.

"You've got a ton of crap on you." She smirked, her hand reaching out to pull a strand of algae from my hair. "I'll get your back..."

I smiled, and turned as her hands came down on my back. the same gentle touch, the same cleaning moving lower. This time she didn't even hesitate when she got to my waist, her hands stroking all over my ass. She lathered soap against me, her fingers finding little grains of sand and pushing them out of the way.

Her hands came away, and began to turn back when I felt her body press against me from behind. Her hands came around to encircle my waist, and she stroked softly.

"And I'll get your front too..." she said, barely above a whisper.

Her hands slid up and down lathering against my stomach. She dipped lower, her hands curling in my pubic hair for a moment. I felt her take a deep inhalation, and then her hand slid down even further to grasp my cock. She held it gently for a second, before she began to move her well lathered hand up and down the shaft. Stroking softly, as her other hand roamed across my chest.

"Does that feel good..." She whispered. "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes..." I gasped as she squeezed me slightly harder, making my erection throb against her grasp.

"Don't get too excited..." I could hear the grin in her voice. "You still have to take care of me..."

I could feel myself growing ever more excited as she pumped my cock in her hand. My breath was coming faster as she crushed herself against my back, her hand active on my cock, and the water pouring down on both of us.

"Are you... jeez you're throbbing in my hand. " Helen groaned. "Kaila and Charlotte are probably already fucking, you know..."

I groaned, the thought incredibly hot. I listened intently, thinking I heard what might have been the sound of a moan.

"I'm... I'm still not going to fuck you..." Helen Whispered. "I want to make you feel good though..."

I groaned, aching for release. If I wanted, I knew that Helen could bring me off right then, right there.