Then I was gasping and I slid downwards to sit in the shower-tub’s corner and to wait for my legs to start working again. But, in the dark, I didn’t see that Stacey had set the shampoo bottle down in the corner. It couldn’t have been lined up more perfectly if I’d done it on purpose. The bottle’s soapy little rounded plastic cap went right up my butt. “Gaaah!” I giggled, jumping back up, my legs suddenly working again.
“What?”
“That shampoo bottle just got to fifth base!”
“Oh come on, like you’ve never had anything in your butt before…” she scoffed.
“No! And don’t get any ideas, pervert,” I giggled.
“Mmmm hmmm… your pervert.”
She kissed me and I kissed her back. “Huh, my very own personal pervert. Cool.”
We remembered the conditioner in my hair and rinsed it out. Then it was soapy time. I took my time soaping Stacey’s body. The slippery lather meant my hands could slide smoothly on her. I could feel her taut muscles ripple beneath her arms and legs. Then the contrast of her soft firm round breasts and the funny smoothness of her puffy but inverted nipples. Then it was down to her fantastically tight belly. She giggled when I soaped into her belly button. I drifted my hand down further to the little tuft of hair on her mound. It was short and incredibly soft. I circled a few soapy fingers in it to lather it up. When I carefully soaped her outer lips she exhaled softly into my ear. She whimpered her disappointment when my hand slid away and I turned her around to face her away from me.
I soaped her shoulders and back. She had the most amazing back. Strong but delicate. Feminine. I traced its lines with my fingertips. When my hands reached her lower back where it curved into her ass, she leaned over a little. I heard her brace herself against the wall in front of her. She arched her butt upwards for me.
I could have soaped her heart-shaped tush all night. It was the finest thing I’d ever held in my hands. I circled it. I rubbed it. I squeezed it. I even scratched it with my fingernails. Not too hard. Just a bit. My butt soaping time might have lasted 10 minutes or it could have been half an hour. I don’t know. I also don’t know when Stacey started touching herself. At some point, though, her breathing went from regular panting to a series of long low moans.
I felt her shift in the dark, and then something was pressing against my leg. It was the shampoo bottle. She was handing it to me. “Heather? Could you…”
I took it from her with one hand. I couldn’t believe she’d changed her mind about shampooing her hair. No matter what she said, my sweet Stacey was a salon shampoo snob.
The truth – what she actually wanted – was even more absurd. With my other hand still on her butt, I could feel her bend over further, her ass raising higher. She wiggled it from side to side a little.
Oh. Right.
“Seriously?” I asked quietly.
“Uh huh,” she was bent way over, her soft voice was bouncing off the tub and back at me and I could barely hear her over the splashing water, “your hands felt so good on my butt. And ever since you almost sat on that bottle, I’ve been thinking about this again. I want it. Back there. Just a little. It’ll make me go really big.”