Sharon stood near the foot of the bed, stuck in her own head. On the one hand, she'd seen Brenda naked, had her fingers inside Brenda's body, had her lips on parts generally covered by clothing. Still, she couldn't see herself just, using the bathroom with her. It seemed too familiar, somehow, despite the physical intimacy they'd achieved. She shrugged her blouse on, and walked across to the guest bath. Turning the light switch on, she smiled a little bit. The toothbrush she'd used the night of her attack was still there on the counter. As she finished up, she heard the rattling of water through the pipes, and Brenda's voice drifting across the hall, indecipherable, but teasing in tone. Sharon walked into the en suite, having dropped her blouse on the bench at the foot of Brenda's bed. She climbed into the shower, standing behind Brenda. The water was near-scalding, just the way Sharon liked it.
"Thank god you don't take tepid showers." She said, taking in the sizable space, and the overwhelming number of bath products. "Did you heist a bath and bodyworks?"
"Very funny," Brenda said, reaching for a bottle covered in purple flowers, "I just like variety. Also, my mama has a neighbor who sells Avon."
"I don't suppose you have any detangling conditioner in that collection?" Sharon asked hopefully.
"Ummm," Brenda looked around, setting the flowered bottle down, then reached for another bottle, with a shocking orange label. "This isn't detangling conditioner, but, it works on the same principle. It's citrus based, so you ought to love it." She popped the lid open, waving it under Sharon's nose.
"It's nice. That should do." Sharon agreed, scanning the bottles for something resembling plain soap. "Do you have anything other than bodywash?" She asked.
"Yes. Here's some Ivory bar soap, will that work?" Brenda held the bar loosely in her palm.
"Perfect. That's exactly perfect." Sharon grinned. Hot water and Ivory soap were the keystones of her morning at home. She held her hand out to take the bar, but Brenda smiled a slow, predatory smile. She stepped closer to Sharon, and circled an arm around her hips, trailing the bar of soap down Sharon's arm.
"Let me wash your back." She purred.
Brenda turned Sharon around, and painted broad stripes across her back with the soap. She slicked her hands down, squeezing the firm globes of Sharon's ass, before dropping to her knees, and sliding the soap up one leg, tracing muscle paths, and the blue veins that mapped the skin, and then down the other, fingers kneading thighs, and calves. She couldn't get enough of touching her. The lines of her Achilles tendon, the arch of her foot. Brenda thought maybe she'd rather be allowed to touch all the two-thousand parts of Sharon Raydor, than win the lottery, or hit it big in Vegas. She stood, pressing her body against Sharon's soapy back, and ran the bar across her sternum, then used her free hand to sweep the suds down, caressing her breasts, circling her finger over each nipple, before rubbing the soap on Sharon's stomach. She smoothed the bubbles across pale skin, dipping her finger into Sharon's navel, before setting the soap down, and sliding her hands down, over auburn curls, slipping one finger into slickened folds just briefly, then retreating. She used her hands to spread the soap up Sharon's ribcage, her armpits, the curve between her shoulder and neck. Her fingers dragged suds down well sculpted arms, the skin over her elbows as soft as velvet.
Sharon kept her eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sensation of Brenda's slippery hands sliding everywhere. She'd never been touched so extensively, so tenderly. She felt like clay in the hands of an artist, as Brenda kneaded her shoulders, rubbing out the tension as she rubbed in the soap. Sharon was slightly dizzy from the steam, and the heat between her legs. Brenda's breasts slid sensuously across the planes of her back, she could feel the damp rasp of curls pressing against the curve of her backside. It was too much. Sharon spun around, catching Brenda at the hips, and pulling her into a searing kiss. She pressed the younger woman against the cool tile, sliding her hands down Brenda's arms, capturing her wrists, and pinning them above her head. She held Brenda there, and then slid against her, letting their breasts press together, working her thigh between Brenda's legs, feeling a slickness unrelated to soap, and a heat hotter than the water that sluiced enticingly over their bodies. Brenda let her head fall back, arching her spine, aching for more contact. Sharon licked the long column of Brenda's neck, grazing her teeth over Brenda's earlobe, Brenda hummed in pleasure, as she felt Sharon press against her thigh, setting up a rocking motion that left them both gasping. Brenda dug her fingers into her palms, as their bodies slipped and slid together, and Sharon's lips found hers, her tongue stroking hotly inside Brenda's mouth. Every nerve ending in Sharon's body was at attention, and it seemed that Brenda wasn't too far behind. Sharon let her wrists go, and Brenda clung to her, as they moved in rhythm, moans echoing off of the tile, muted by the falling water. Brenda was close, so close, and the fire in her belly was spiraling out to her thighs, and up her spine.
"I'm so..almost.." She whimpered, burying her face into the hollow of Sharon's shoulder as she rocked her hips, sliding wetly along Sharon's thigh.
"Me too," Sharon gasped, as the blonde woman arched against her, full breasts slipping against Sharon's nipples, starting a chain reaction, "Oh. Come with me." She amended, as her body started to tremble.
"I…ah. I am." Brenda husked, biting the skin at the curve of Sharon's shoulder, needing an anchor for the explosion of sensation rocking through her.
Brenda smiled a lazy smile, and pushed some damp hair out of Sharon's face.
"You could have a future career as my own personal loofah." Sharon remarked, as her legs stopped quivering.
"It's a tempting prospect. How's the pay?" Brenda grinned, reaching for the hand-held shower head. "Here, turn around, and tip your head back."
She sprayed water over Sharon's dark tresses, then replaced the nozzle. She reached for the citrus shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into her palms, and began massaging Sharon's scalp, working the shampoo through her hair, gently removing tangles with her fingers. She rinsed, and Sharon sighed happily.
"Do you do one wash, or do you lather, rinse, repeat?" Brenda asked, watching as droplets of water clung to Sharon's jaw, then trailed in rivulets down her neck. She heard Sharon speak, but missed her actual words, focusing on the path of the water, and planning to trace it with her tongue. "Sorry, what?" She asked sheepishly.
"I lather, rinse, and repeat." Sharon arched a brow, wondering where the blonde woman had drifted off to, just then.
"Okay. Here we go." She rubbed more shampoo into the dark tresses curling around her fingers, and then rinsed them clean.
"Now, the conditioner." Brenda chirped. She finger-combed the tangles as she applied the creamy substance, taking care not to pull at individual strands. Finishing, she reached up for the shower head, and rinsed Sharon's hair one last time. Then, hanging the head back up, she slid her hand around, cupping the back of Sharon's neck. She gave her a slow, gentle kiss, then flicked the curtain back, gesturing to a fluffy green towel.
"That one's yours. I'm just going to wash my hair, and then we can skee-daddle downstairs for coffee."
"So, you get to wash me, but I don't get to wash you?"
"Well, as another famous Southern girl once said, 'Tomorrow is anotha day." So, I thought we'd try being close to on time." Brenda replied.
Sharon nodded, and stepped out onto the bathmat. Brenda made quick work of her hair, and as Sharon combed her hair, the scent of freesias filled the air.
"Freesia? I thought you used Magnolia shampoo?"
"Mmm. No. That's my lotion, the magnolia scented stuff."
"Bees must love you." Sharon quipped.
"They do, but it's because I'm so sweet, not because of my smell goods." Brenda laughed, rinsing her hair for the last time, and turning off the faucet.
As they dressed, Brenda watched while Sharon pulled on a pair of wine red panties, and matching bra, before donning a patterned skirt, and simple black shell top. A blazer with crisp creases finished the ensemble, and as Sharon slid her feet into the dark pumps, Brenda realized her mouth had gone completely dry.
"Everything you do is sexy. It's all so determined, and focused. How did I notice that before?" She wondered aloud.
"You were too busy planning to thwart me." Sharon laughed, blushing at the compliment.
"True. That's true." Brenda pulled on the ecru top that paired nicely with the brown skirt, and then shoved her feet into a pair of brown sling backs.
"I believe we have a date with Mr. Coffee." She said, grabbing her phone from the charging dock, and heading for the stairs.
"Indeed. I hope you have good coffee."
"Well, you'd know that, if you hadn't run out of here like a cat with her tail on fire, last time." Brenda said, a little more sharply than she'd intended.
Sharon paused, then nodded. She knew there wasn't much she could say to remedy that, but Brenda's tone gave a small insight into how badly she'd hurt the younger woman. She vowed to work on fixing it so that didn't happen again.