Izzy was speechless... her jeans pooled on the floor and she managed to step out of them, toeing them away, as she stared-- a was of heat slightly flushing her olive-hued skin.  She had managed to unhook her bra and slip it out the armhole of her top, letting the black lace garment dangle from her slim fingers and trail the floor, forgotten, as she watched Ashleigh smoothly and quickly expose her body.<br/><br/>Her eyes widen at the sight of Ashleigh's curves and youthful grace, and she turns her face to the side slightly and unconsciously grinds her ass against the cool surface of the wall when Ashleigh bends forward.<i>God help me,</i>she thinks, her full lips pursing for a hungry sigh.<br/><br/>As Ashleigh turns back to face her, she answered in a husky whisper, 'I'll show you what I think," and whipped her shirt up over her head in a long bodied stretch-- her full, round breasts and her lean abdomen extend, and when she lowers her arms her bare breasts upturn slightly at the rosy brown aureoles, the size of a fifty cent piece, and tipped with dark nipples erect and eager.  There's a flash of a pale scar on her ribs, about an inch long, and a wispy black tattoo ends on each upper arm, extending around her angular shoulders.<br/><br/>"What i think," her smile is saturated with sex as she tugs down the black, satiny thong from her sex-- and they seem frustratingly clingy for just a moment until she crumples and tosses them, and in the faint light there's a wink of glisten at her sex-- cleanly waxed, as are her legs and ass-- smooth butterscotch skin and a small path of soft, short-trimmed black hair a half-inch above the opening of her sex.<br/><br/>There's a wash of intoxication in her now, and she's bordering on losing her control to the desire to touch Ashleigh's supple form-- to caress every inch, to give this girl the pleasures unique to woman's physical lusts and passions--the stirred passion, the need for a fire that consumes and remakes at once.<br/><br/>"This is what I think," she encircled Ashleigh with her arms then, her taller frame and full breasts cradling and welcoming Ashleigh's smooth skin as she kissed her, full and with open lips that worked in one kiss after another.  "I want you so bad I'm aching," she said, and gently lifted Ashleigh against her with casual ease... one hand around her shoulders, the other cupping her sinewy thighs and lifting the young woman to straddle Izzy's hips, lifting the petite girl against her and easing her into the warm stream as she kissed her again.<br/><br/>Her skin smells of sandalwood, mingling with the faint tinge of tobacco smoke in her hair over the honey-scented shampoo.  Then there's the warm mist of the water, cascading over Ashleigh's hair and pelting gently at her scalp, cascading down their faces and shoulders, trickling down their legs first until the water saturates them both completely.