The touch of Ashleigh's fingers are like warm, electric kisses, awakening a deep need with no name that didn't edge on the vulgar.  Her professional defensiveness became a twitching nerve of anxiety in her, but she wasn't willing to listen.  She wanted to crush it, give way to the beast.  Was it really so dangerous to open up..?<br/><br/>Then Ashleigh spoke.<i>I get lonely sometimes...</i>God, so simple, yes, she got lonely too.<br/><br/><i>Let me in,</i>Izzy thought, her eyes dilating as Ashleigh so delicately returned her kiss.  The thin satin band of her thong was slick over smooth skin, and she wanted Ashleigh's deft hands everywhere, not just teasing the waistband of her jeans to test the firmness of her ass. But patience brings great reward.<br/><br/>Her answer to the request was simply to act, and she reached for the younger woman's hand.  Trailing their joined fingers behind her, she flicked a switch, and a single bulb over the sink lit up.  The shower was waiting simple-- a glass stall, clean blue tiles.  A small metal with a faded, but clean, beach towel, and a paper-wrapped bar of soap.  She turned, facing Ashleigh with a smoldering stare.  She leaned against the wall, opening the stall door languidly, and turned the ceramic handle on the chrome faucets.  Water started to flow--a generous spray, gentle and steady.  By the time steam started to build, she had propped up one foot on the wall, pressed back to the wall like she was drunk on staring at the young woman with her.  She loosened the speed laces and slipped off the boot and a black sock beneath, then repeated with the other foot.<br/><br/>She was watching Ashleigh as she did it-- her bare arms holding to the shadows of the lone bulb, and she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.  The denim, still damp, sagged low on her hips-- a trim waist, gently sculpted abs, a shallow pool of a navel.  Her black thong beneath slung far down the smooth slope of her lower belly, trim over her sex, where the faintly glistening fabric clung to the cleft of her sex.  "I want to see you," she said in a whisper, her mouth hanging in a subtle pout that belied her hungry stare.