Warm water rained down on their naked bodies, cascading along their skin, unable to differentiate where Ashleigh ended and Isadora began. Steam rose above their heads, filling the bathroom with a hazy fog. Was it from the hot water or their passionate embrace? Ashleigh squeezed her body tight against her companion. She never wanted to let go; she would never let go. This was a perfect moment,  the kind of moment that only came along . . . never, for Ashleigh. This was the happiest, freest she could ever remember feeling. How strange that she could find such joy in the arms of a woman she barely knew. Or maybe it was appropriate. Everyone else in her life, all the people that were<em>supposed</em>to care about her didn't. Ashleigh felt nothing but disdain for those people, her mother, her father, the social workers who claimed they were only concerned with her best interests.<em>Fuck them,</em>she thought, and kissed the other woman with all her passion.<em>God, Izzy. Fuck me!</em>.<br/><br/>"I'm going to devour you, darling girl..." She said.<br/><br/>Yes, yes, God yes. During a brief pause in their kissing, her lips temporarily unlocked from Izzy's, Ashleigh leaned her head back until it bumped against the tile wall behind her. Water from the showerhead spilled down between their naked bodies, dripping over their breasts, to their stomach's and finally to where the younger girl's swollen sex was grinding into the taut belly of her muscled companion. Those muscles were pristine, she thought. Ashleigh didn't like the bulging, body builder, strong as a truck type of muscles. But Izzy's lean athleticism, her gymnasts body. It was perfect. She wanted to explore every inch of it.<em>With my tongue!</em><br/><br/>Her knees buckled when she was placed back down on the floor, but she managed to correct herself and stayed upright, using her grip on Izzy's shoulders for balance. "I want you to fuck me senseless." She whispered into her lover's ear. Ashleigh had wrapped her arms around the back of Izzy's neck and was nibbling gently, playfully on the side of her jaw and the dangling lobe of her ear. Then she pulled back, kissed her lips once, and dropped her hands down to rest on the other's wet hips.<br/><br/>Why was the idea of having another person wash you in a steaming shower so erotic? Ashleigh thought it was because in order to be completely clean, that meant Izzy would have to watch every inch of her, explore every last part of her. Just like she had promised that she would. The soap felt good against her creamy flesh, darkened only by a faint tan. Izzy washed her, and Ashleigh let her, enjoying every last second of it. She helped by raising her arms when they needed to be raised, parting her legs when they needed to be spread, moaning, whimpering, and gasping the entire time because Isadora's sensual touch was more than she could take without reacting.<br/><br/>The sensation was incredible, like nothing she had ever felt before. She imagined that it didn't physically feel all that much different than when she rubbed the same soap all over her own body, but when it was another person doing it, a beautiful lover like Izzy doing it, everything changed. She felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm already, but she knew it wouldn't come until her pussy got at least a little bit of attention. Silently she wondered what they would do together once they left the shower. Izzy gave hints, but only hints. God, she wanted to bury her face between this woman's thighs.<br/><br/>"Turn around." She said.<br/><br/>Ashleigh obeyed partly because she felt like she had to. There was nothing authoritative about Izzy's voice, but she had been the one with all the control since the very first second they met. Why should it be any different now. The other part was because . . . well, the moan that escaped her lips when she felt Izzy's hands dipping between the swells of her teenage rear end exemplified the other reason she was so eager to turn around.<br/><br/>"Izzy," she whispered, then bit her lip. Ashleigh had to extend a hand out  towards the wet tiled wall to keep from buckling at the knees. The other hand shamelessly fell between her own thighs. Izzy's hand had slipped between her butt cheeks, teased across her tight, forbidden hole that was usually hid between them. It was over too soon, and soon Izzy had moved onto her legs. Ashleigh let out a loud sigh, slid her second hand up her body and slipped the finger that she'd been rubbing herself with into her mouth. The taste of her own arousal was exquisite, but she didn't savour it long.<br/><br/>Ashleigh turned back around to face the other woman just as her finger dropped from her mouth. She leaned forward, slipped her arms around Izzy's waist, and dropped her head onto her shoulder. By now she was feeling the full pleasure of a finger not her own exploring her vagina, spreading the folds, and creeping inward. There wasn't need to wash the way Izzy was washing. This was a purely sexual motive. Ashleigh bit down on her shoulder, gently but enough to leave marks. At the same time her own hands descended further downwards until they were resting on the fullest part of Izzy's butt. She squeezed and spread the cheeks, fingertips on both hands diving a few inches down into the dark cleft when she let the cheeks snap back shut around them.<br/><br/>"God, Izzy. I want you to make me yours. So badly." She breathed, hardly able to stand. Any moment now she would lose control, lose control and cum by the single hand of her skilled and attentive lover.<br/><br/>