“Thanks, you’re the best.” I looked over into the darkened bathroom and drew a connection between its darkness and my shyness. “I have an idea, let’s get in there.” We scrambled to our feet, went into the bathroom, and I pulled the door closed behind us. There were no windows. It was pitch black. I fumbled around in the bathroom until I found the shower faucet and turned the hot water on.
I heard Stacey say, “Ahhhh,” in the dark and I moved towards her.
“Okay, now undress me?”
She laughed. “I think you’re some kind of natural sex genius.”
“You inspire me.” Then her hands were on me, she spun me around and pulled my back into her. She stroked my shoulders, slid her hands down to stroke my back, then around my front. She cupped my boobs, or tried to. They were way too big for her little hands. Then she leaned in and nibbled my neck at the same time she took my nipples between her fingers and pulled them outwards and twisted them just the littlest bit. Just like I had told her I liked a few weeks before. It made me gasp and she kissed the back of my neck.
“I’m going to take off your pants now, ready?”
“Uh huh…” I sort of moaned it because she was still pulling gently on my nipples.
I whimpered a little when she let my nipples go to slide her hands down to my hips. She tugged my jeans down so, so slowly.
“Undies, too?” she confirmed politely.
“Yes, please,” I giggled. “Sorry you don’t get to see them. They matched the bra.”
“I’ll see ’em later.” She pushed my pants and undies down to my knees and I stepped out of them. She stroked my bare hips a few times and I turned to face her.
I stuck my hands in the waistband of her sweatpants. “Your turn, Berry.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she chuckled.
I hauled them down and when I crouched down to pull them off her, she lost her balance a little and half-stepped into me. I got the answer to my weeks-long question about Stacey’s cooter because I felt her soft pubic hair brush my cheek for a second.
Me? I’m a shaver. Completely bald. Always have been. I just don’t like hair down there. But, for some reason, the fact that she had a little fur made me want her even more. If it looked like the hair on her head it would be gorgeous.
“Come on, shower time,” I tried to pull her in with me.
“Hold on, lemme put my hair up.” I heard her rustling around in her pants. “‘Kay, ready.” She stepped in behind me. I felt the full length of her naked body press into me from behind. Her breasts squished into the middle of my back.
“Shampoo me?” I handed her the bottle.
“With crummy hotel shampoo?”
“We’re not all salon shampoo snobs like you, sweetie.”
“Hey no fair, I just have really picky hair.”
I wet my hair under the shower and she uncapped the shampoo. Then she was lathering my hair. It turned into a scalp massage. She kissed my neck then sputtered because it was soapy. She rinsed me and ran conditioner through my hair too, leaving it to sit in for awhile.
I turned back around to face her and we were kissing again, lips and tongues mashing together hungrily. She bent down and put her mouth to my nipple again. Soon she was alternating between licking and sucking softly. The hot water spraying my back and my girl working on my chest was wonderful. Somehow the darkness helped me too. When I felt the hand that she had resting on my knee start to trace up the inside of my thigh, I just enjoyed her touch this time without worrying about what it all looked like.