Elle shivered one last time as the stream of water finally reached a nice temperature. "So why did you want to shower togeth-"

"You're just so beautiful," Jane interrupted. She motioned up and down, exposing one of her large breasts as she did so.

"Your tits are incredible. So firm, so round, and that body; you could seriously be a model."

Elle blushed. "Never had a woman talk like that about me before."

"Truth be told, I've never felt this way about a woman before." Jane said.

Elle turned away, hiding in the shower's flowing water.

"So hot" Jane said, moving closer behind her. "Something about you is so alluring"

Elle held herself tight, her thoughts still running over the times in the locker room alone with Jane. It was certainly different from seeing a naked man, that was for sure, and the orgasm she'd had masturbating while fantasising about servicing her had been incredible. She chalked it up to the newness and taboo of it all.

Jane continued, touching her bare back gently. "Is there maybe some experience you want, that you would never do unless we were alone? Maybe one you thought about before, and you secretly regret not taking it?"

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she wondered if Jane could feel it through her back.

"There's nobody else up here. Nobody will know. We could do it our way, the way we want, and then decide if we are really into it."

Elle clamped her eyes shut for a moment, letting the water run over her face. She held her breath as Jane's hand moved slowly down her back, tracing her sides, coming to rest on her tummy. She looked down, seeing the lithe hand flat against her skin, her own bare sex dripping water between her legs. Only, it wasn't just water. Seemingly sensing her low willpower, Jane turned her around.

Elle suddenly found a naked woman pressed against her, warm, wet, and soft in all the strangest places. Lips pressed against hers, and she instinctively kissed back for a moment.

"Wait," she breathed, trying to catch her bearings, but the soft questing mouth just moved to kissing her neck instead. A delicate hand moved down, asking silent permission by cupping her mound. Breathy, heated, and confused, she gave no response, and the hand began gently rubbing.

She shuddered. It did feel amazing, and she was strangely turned on. The same rationalizations that had gotten her into her masturbation sessions were taking hold.

It was sort of a way to find herself, too, and, fuck, Jane was gorgeous, naked, wet, warm, and pressed against her.

A balance seemed to shift inside her, some decision made. Her confusion and concerns lifted, and her surging arousal suddenly had a clear path.

She pulled Jane's head up, kissing her deeply. A subtle breath of excitement came in reply between kisses. The hand against her mound became more forceful, rubbing with expert motions.

Elle curled one leg around her companion's, pulling her in for a better kissing angle over their compressed breasts. Jane's chest was even larger than hers, and the new sensation of having another woman's breasts pressed against her own was strangely intoxicating. The brunette's arm remained squeezed in between their tummies, her hand hard at work. As soft, feminine lips mixed with hers, she gripped Jane's round, tender ass cheeks, and the import of what she was about to do really hit her. She was about to have sex with a woman. 'Oh god!'

"I know, right?" Jane breathed in between deep kisses. "Feels incredible."

Elle had no free breath to explain herself. Together, they moved up against the warming dappled glass, her back finding textured purchase for her deepening spasms of pleasure.

Jane knew exactly what to do with her hand. Her middle finger curled up…

"Oh god," Elle breathed again, this time agreeing with the brunette's sentiment.

A hand grabbed hers, and brought it down.

She touched between her companion's legs hesitantly, overwhelmed by all the incredible new sensations. She pulled in Jane's tongue, sucking on it gently, as she cupped another woman's mound for the first time.

Their making out only intensified as they really got down to the business of masturbating each other. Elle found herself lost in all the amazing reactions of the slick feminine body pressed against hers. She could feel Jane's nipples harden, her body warm up, and her mound go from slick wet to sticky wet as their tongues danced. She felt overwhelmed by a need to get closer somehow, to press and grind and push.

As they were exchanging heavy breath, but no tongues; she felt pushed right up to the edge, her body seeming to soar with anticipation. They shared a pause in their breathing, and then, it was happening.

Rubbing each other in a blissful animalistic passion, they came to orgasm together, each woman's panting urgency spurring the other on to deeper heights.

Jane smiled warmly, kissing her neck and holding her close.

Elle stared up at the shower's tiled ceiling, trying to comprehend what she'd just done, and trying to process every detail. The deep warmth inside her lower body was already returning with an almost increased force, each sensory memory turning her on all over again. Catching her breath, her breasts moving against Jane's, her heart pounding, she realized her animalistic need to get inexplicably closer was only stronger than before. 'Oh fuck'

Jane paused her kisses just above a nipple, looking up with gentle concern.

Elle set her jaw, unable to resist the urges overtaking her thoughts and her body. All thoughts of the taboo or the strangeness of her situation remained distant; her whole being surged with a singular desire.

She pushed Jane back, toward the tiled interior wall of the shower. "I masturbated for like a week straight thinking of seeing you naked in that changing room, she breathed, afire.

A deeply satisfied smile crossed Jane's face.

Moving down her companion's gorgeous body, full of sharp attraction so painful it threatened to overwhelm her, full of need, Elle dropped carefully to her knees on the shower floor.

Jane widened her stance and thrust her hips out a little, exposing her dripping sex. Elle stared for a moment, taking in the glistening pink folds, the puffy red lips, and the trim beauty of it all, and there, peeking out from a hood of sensual flesh, a little knob.

On her knees, her leg dripping with juices, she felt almost privileged to service this gorgeous female body.

She spread Jane's labia with two fingers, studying the pink folds within. Her tongue followed a moment later, parting and exploring, penetrating deep within. Moving her head back and forth, she began thrusting her tongue in and out lightly, her eyes angled up at the satisfied smile on her Mistress' face.

There was that errant thought again: her Mistress. Instead of recoiling, or becoming ashamed, she let the erotic thought fill her.

Jane's large breasts hung above, moving with each breath, and past that, her very excited expression.

It felt good to make this gorgeous woman feel good. It turned her on, in fact. She reached down and began rubbing herself as she thrust her tongue in and out of her sweetly-flavored pussy. Why shouldn't this be right? Why shouldn't she enjoy it immensely? A small part of her wondered if she could really continue going through with fucking a woman, but she had no space in her mind for anything but pleasing her Mistress.

She relished in the sweet flavor, flashing back to her very first taste of her own pussy, remembering how cool she'd played it off, masturbating about her beautiful friend.

Now, here she was, on her knees in the shower of her own accord.

She brought her free hand up and gripped one of Jane's ass cheeks.

The brunette responded by lifting her hips forward a little more. She let her tongue flatten, and began lapping the way she'd seen the women in porn do it.

Jane moaned lightly, her eyelids half-closed. Instinctively doing what she liked having done to herself. She focused her lapping tongue's pressure on her Mistress's clit.  A moan came down from above.

She increased the force of her tongue, and the soft body against her mouth and hand responded. The animal taboo of what she was doing seemed to fill her with fire, and she rubbed herself just as hard, desperate for building release. Feeling orgasm near, she slowed her hand, keeping herself just below getting off and riding a steady rush of pleasure. Each thrust of her tongue seemed to bring further bliss, as if her signals were getting mixed.

Jane arched up a little, gripping at the tiled wall behind her.

Elle felt another animalistic idea overcome her, and she moved to suck and flick Jane's clit with the tip of her tongue, alternating her eager ministrations.

Around her, Jane's thighs tensed. She was almost there.

She kept up her efforts, too turned on to slow down. She slipped her hand from Jane's ass cheek to between her legs, where one finger found its way through slick folds to her G spot - and she finally let her other hand speed up, releasing the tight ball of pleasure that had built inside her. They came together for the second time.

Jane moaned deeply and thrust against her face. Her body tensed as an explosive orgasm burned upward, her tummy clenched, and her knees shaking on the slippery floor.

But, most surprising of all, she could feel her Mistress getting off, her inner walls clenching against her finger.

Coming down, she stared at her hand.

"Felt it, did you?" Jane breathed.

"I didn't expect that," she replied, her awareness slowly returning. She gulped and looked around, seeming to notice the streaming showers and steamed glass for the first time, as well as the naked woman she'd just gotten off with - twice.

Kneeling beside her, Jane gently began cupping and rubbing her breasts.

Elle sighed. It did feel good. "I love your tits," Jane said softly, dripping water along them. "Does that feel good?"

All she could do was blink, nod, and breathe.

"It's alright; your first time with a woman can be really intense. But the more you orgasm, the more natural it becomes." The caresses moved to the undersides of her breasts, and then up to gently pinch her nipples. One hand gently pushed her down on her back, out of the direct flow of the water, and then returned to help massage her chest and tummy. A moment later, a leg swung over her head.

Elle stared at the dripping pussy in her face, caught off guard - and still confused. Everything had been so intense a moment ago, so alluring. She'd even enjoyed the thought of this woman as her Mistress.

Jane's thighs shifted as she brought her body down, kissing gently around her mound, teasing her aching sex. The rationalizations started up again. Why not? She asked herself. We've already gotten off twice together, and her lips feel so good down there. She studied the puffy lips in front of her face, finding them not unattractive. There was still a little arousal sparking in her, a subtle squirming sensation.

That squirming seemed to cue Jane to stop teasing. Her tongue ran a slick path between her parting lips.

Elle shuddered. She hadn't realized how badly she'd been aching for touch after getting herself off all night, and almost without realizing it, she was giving in.

She lifted her head and licked.

"Mmm," Jane said, pulling back her sopping hair before returning downward. "You taste really good. I've been wondering how you tasted for a while."

Elle gulped as the tongue against her sex began working its magic. Each motion of that firm, moist muscle shot a spike of pleasure through her, and each spike came with a subtle urge to give in fully. She reached up and gripped the thighs on either side of her head. Jane came down, pressing her large breasts into her tummy.

She thrust her tongue in, exploring the new angle, licking with a strange sensation bubbling up through her. She couldn't quite accept the fact that she was in a lesbian sixty-nine on a shower floor, or that it was starting to feel really good. A part of her was returning to the consuming enjoyment she'd felt earlier.

Pulling Jane tighter and losing herself in licking pussy, Elle realized that Jane probably knew exactly what she wanted because she was a woman, too.

That simple fact seemed to hit her with endless mental dissonance - and soaring taboo pleasure. Jane's sigh above dropped the last of her inhibitions.

In between licks, despite herself, she gave a low moan. Wrapped up in heat and passion, Elle really couldn't stop herself. She wanted, more than anything, to make this girl come against her face. That animal desire mixed with the pleasure from Jane's expert tongue threatened to totally overwhelm her. All she could think about was the indescribable sense memories of getting off to her locker room fantasy, and Jane's inner walls clenching against her finger a minute earlier.

It had become clear that Jane was slowing her ministrations, edging her orgasm, keeping her pent-up and heated. Frustration mixed with her lust and pleasure, spurring her on. She instinctively knew what Jane was waiting for. She would only be allowed to orgasm once Jane came.

Right in front of her, she could see the brunette's clit had finally come out to play. Surprised by her own eagerness, she brought her lips to the girl's knob and began sucking, her breathing heavy and her eyes closed. She clenched her thighs a little closer.

Elle managed to flick her tongue between her sucking lips, using the tip to stimulate the girl's clit. Her effort elicited a desperate moan and a deep in-take of breath.

As Jane audibly approached orgasm, she finally stopped teasing and began pressuring her clit with her tongue. The girl's fingers entered her and found her G spot, caressing it perfectly.

The pleasure crackling through her awareness became so intense it almost approached painful. She was forced to make noises of enjoyment deep in her throat just to let off some of the pressure. It felt as if her entire existence had become one endless orgasm without beginning or end. A wash of juices splashed down her face and chin, startling her.

Jane curled over her head, panting.

Blinking, Elle realized the girl had gushed all over her face. That only seemed to make her pleasure more intense, and she struggled to breathe as Jane's tongue and fingers filled her body with fire.

She rode it as long as she could, until she felt like she might pass out. She gave one last moan and pulled away from her friend turned lover.

If this is what sex with a woman felt like, she didn't want to stop.