“Well, my mom usually helps me because I can’t get all the soap out of it when I wash it and it would look dirty.” Tabs had a very innocent look on her face. How could Candy deny that, she was a sucker for that innocent stare.
“What do I need to do?” She asked, thinking of all she really needed to be doing. She was hoping Les and I were cleaning the kitchen while she was helping Tabs.
“Well, I can wash it but I’ll need help rinsing it” she said as she pulled her hair around her body and covered her right breast. She stroked her hair with her fingers, slowing as she crossed her nipples, then her eyes fixed on my wife. Naively, my wife agreed as it was just innocent help and after all, Tabs was like a daughter to us.
Tabs entered the shower and soaped up her body as my wife waited. Candy fiddled around the bathroom as our shower door is all glass with a non-steam accumulating film so she had full view of Tabs soaping up. Candy felt her insides getting warm as Tabs ran her soapy hands all over her body, careful to get in every crack. Turning her body ever so often, giving Candy a great 360 degree of her toned body.
Tabs was taking great pleasure in the fact that Candy could see her through the glass as she ran her fingers in her butt crack and over her pussy lips. She dipped her finger between her lips a time or two but wasn’t sure if Candy saw her. When she soaped her breasts, she gave each extra squeezes and tugs, making sure Candy saw as she faced her.
When it came time it wash her hair, Tabs came to the door saying “I’m going to start the wash portion. It may take a while, I’ll shout when I’m ready if you need to go do something else for now.” Candy actually had more to do but at this point, she’d rather stand here and watch this hard body let her hands caress every wet part. “Okay, I’ll be right back” she said as she dashed out of the bathroom, jerked her shorts down and buried two fingers in her wet love tunnel. She needed relief in a bad way and she didn’t care who saw her.
As she was bringing herself to a quick orgasm, I walked in on her. She was leaning against the bathroom door, shorts on the floor where she had kicked them, and two fingers covered in her juice as she plunged them in and out of her swollen lips. I froze then smiled from ear to ear as I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame.
“Getting a little hot in the bathroom?” I said watching patiently. Candy was near orgasm so she didn’t stop, only shook her head. “Well tell me all about it later” and I walked off shaking my head. Candy’s orgasm rocketed through her body and made her knees weak, leaving her hungry for more.
As she recovered from her quickie, Candy turned and went back into the bathroom to help rinse Tabs’ hair. As she reached the shower, she realized she had no pants on, at all. Tabs saw her coming and opened the door of the shower.
“Um, Candy, (she always called me Candy, said it just sounded sexy to say. Not my words, hers), when my mom helps me, she gets…oh, I see you were getting undressed. What I was going to say was my mom usually gets in our much smaller shower to help me.” “I like your bare pussy by the way, my mom’s has a small patch and I keep telling her to shave it cause it tickles my ass when she’s helping me.”