Ashleigh held no illusions that this was going to be anymore more than a one nightstand. Did she want it to be? Yes, God yes. There was something about Izzy that she was naturally drawn to. Maybe it was because nobody ever gave a shit about protecting her, and somehow when she was with the other woman she just felt safe. Maybe it was the fact that she did actually seem to care about her. Even if Izzy claimed it was pure business, you didn't just pick a strange girl up off the streets and offer her a job and place to crash because she showed a little talent. That didn't mean she wanted to pursue a relationship with Ashleigh, but she cared. At least a little bit.<br/><br/>As they walked towards the bathroom, she wondered why she was so willing to do this with someone she had only just met. Ashleigh had always been an open minded girl. But that didn't mean she was a slut, ready to fuck on a moments notice. And she hadn't been lying when she told the other woman that this had nothing to do with wanting to payback a favour. No, she wanted this as much as Izzy did. But why? Did it matter? No, Ashleigh thought. It didn't.<br/><br/>Once they were in the bathroom, she found it difficult to undress when Izzy was tearing off her own clothes right in front of her. All she wanted to do was watch. That body . . . such a contrast to her own. Isadora was built like an athlete with lean, but rock hard muscle. Ashleigh was smaller, thin and in good shape, but she didn't have the same sort of definition. Her body was softer, more feminine. She had the kind of curves that even the most beautiful women envied, and a silky, unblemished complexion, not a single scar on her body. She tore her eyes away from Izzy, not because she thought it was inappropriate to look, but because she needed to take her own clothes off as well.<br/><br/>Her back was to the other woman when she lifted her tank top up and over her head. It fell to the floor in a heap, and when it did Izzy would be able to see that Ashleigh wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and supple. They were a little more than a handful. Her nipples and areola were light pink, and not too large. Once her tank top was off, she got to work on her pants. They were unbuttoned and unzipped in a matter of seconds. She was eager to be out of them. Her back was still to Isadora when she bent over to pull them down with her panties all at once. Her bum was round and firm, just a little paler than her tanned arms, but only just. The cheeks had a rosy hue, probably from the damp cold, and as she bent forward, Izzy would have been able to see her shaved slit peeking out from between her thighs. But only for an instant. Ashleigh slid of her shoes and left her clothes in a heap on the floor before she turned around to face what she hoped was an equally naked lover.<br/><br/>She stepped forward and placed her hands on Izzy's hips. "What do you think?" She asked, nudging the taller woman's chin with her nose.