The warm water splashed down over her face for a second as she moved backwards through the jet of water. The tiles were cold against her back, and she bit her lip to stifle a yelp. Her hair was drenched and matted to her body, her shoulders, her back and face, and she raised a hand to push the thick, heavy strands away from her eyes. Her skin tingled all over, and despite the warm water, she began to feel goosebumps on her arm as her pussy got slightly wetter.
She heard the loud slap of palm on tile, and felt the pressure of a body pushed against hers, and then she felt the soft lips on her mouth, lips that tasted more of pussy than of cherry chapstick. Moaning, she kissed back, opening her lips to the probing tongue and moving her arms to encircle her lover, holding her close. They breasts pushed together, and they both moaned together as their tongues danced erotically between them.
She didn’t even realize her eyes were closed until she felt the other woman pull away, breaking the kiss, sending her into a shuddering, instant withdrawal. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw the mischievous grin, the twinkle in her eyes, and the water, running in rivulets down the soft skin of her full, pert tits.
“Now then...” the other woman murmured, grinning wider as she reached up to grab the shower head, gently lifting it from the wall.
“What did you say about a pulse setting?”
She laid back against the wall, acutely aware of the hand reach under her hips and the water, pulsing from the shower head to her clit. She moaned, louder and louder, the noises echoing from the tiled walls, as she got closer and closer to the brink...