That last part only registered in the back of my head because suddenly I was seeing Stacey completely naked for the very first time. And she was seeing me.
Her hair was knotted up in an elastic band. There were still water droplets running down her body. Her pale skin was shining in the odd red light which also made her hair look even redder – the hair on her head and the little downy bit of hair on her mound that I focused in on as she turned one slender hip to face me.
If I had any doubts about being attracted to another completely nude woman they disappeared right then. “Jesus, Berry… you’re… you’re…”
“Shhhh,” she stopped me, looking at me up and down. Then up and down again. Her smile just kept getting bigger and bigger.
I cocked my head and screwed my face up to show that I didn’t understand.
She kept smiling, “Memorizing. You should too. There’s only one first time.”
She had a point. I burned her perfect body into my brain. The way her knees curved into her quadriceps. The three-fingered gap between her sleek thighs even though her feet were practically together. The beads of water trapped in the short fur of her tiny red mound. While I watched, one of the droplets shook free and dripped to the floor. Then I memorized the muscles of her belly and how they meshed with the little muscles that ran along her ribs. And how her large, full, round breasts exploded straight forward from her chest with just a two-fingered space between them. Finally, the way those breasts rose and fell just barely while she breathed.
If she liked what she saw as much as I did we might never get out of this hotel room.
When I came to my senses, I noticed the towels were sitting on a shelf above my head. No wonder I couldn’t find them. I reached up for two. Suddenly, with her watching me, I felt incredibly aware of my own body. I felt the muscles of my toned thighs shift as I leaned forward. I felt my calves tighten as I went up on tip toe. I felt my own enormous, gravity-defying boobs sway slightly as I turned, reached for the towels, and turned back.
When I handed Stacey a towel it shook her out of her trance. She looked at me with her gigantic dark eyes, almost black in this light, and whispered, “Can we go to bed now please, Heather? I think we’ve both waited long enough.”
We dried quickly and I scrunched as much water as I could from my hair. Then we threw the towels on the tile floor and Stacey opened the bathroom door. The cold air from the hotel room rushed in. We’d turned the bathroom into a sauna. We raced to the closest queen-sized bed, jerked the covers back, crawled in, and pulled them over us.
We wriggled and flailed under the blankets trying to warm the bed up. The flailing part wasn’t such a good idea because one of Stacey’s knees pounded into my shin. “Ow! My shin!” I yelped.
“Sorry! You okay?”
“Yeah,” I rubbed it several times and pouted in what I hoped was a sexy way.
She grinned slyly and started to slide under the covers, “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”