Steamy Dreams
We were about to jump in surprise when Karen gripped my arm and pulled me to a stop.
Faith had a weird look on her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open in what can only be described as a look of pain. One hand was just above the foaming water, squeezing her left breast over her wet suit, her nipple clearly visible, her other hand was hidden under the water. It was obvious she was right over one of the strongest jets in the tub, intended for working stubborn knots, but it was now working something entirely different. Karen's grip tightened on my bicep as we watched. Our friend's breathing turned deep and fast. Her hands went from squeezing the breast to grazing the protru