<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room</strong><br/>With Matt<br/><br/>Jayne took the opportunity to use the soap that was already lathered on her body, and used it on his. Once he had his back turned to her, he'd feel the distinctive mounds of her breasts pressed against the expanse of his back. However she wasn't nearly as tall as he was, so they sort of planted just below his shoulder blades. She laughed, reaching around her arms in a playful hug as she stretched up on her tiptoes, trying to see how much higher she could reach. There was no way she'd make it to his shoulders.<br/><br/>"I'll pretend like you're the car, and I can be the babe in a bikini, rubbing my soap all over your body." Her laughter continued to fill the shower room, finding it exceedingly fun to see how much soap she could transfer without using her hands. Matt definitely came off as the reserved type, and she was unintentionally trying to coax him into letting his guard down with her playful wiles. He had a glorious back, she couldn't help but admire it with her eyes, and the way it felt so solid against the firmly supple nature of her tits. The male torso was a strong weakness of hers, and she could glide all over one for hours, if the host let her. "Tell me, what do you do for fun?"<br/><br/>Her little game ended as she asked the question. She stepped back to rub her hands over his shoulders, and up the back of his neck. "I need more soap." She paused to squirt another handful, and promptly went back to massaging his back, digging her fingers into his muscles, seeking tension as she went along.