Lesbian Shower Novels & Stories

Just her words make me hard again for her. Taking her hand, I help her into the shower stall. The shower is big enough it could fit six people in it with shower heads at different parts of the shower. I have no idea who needs a shower this big, but I was grateful for it. Stepping around Josie I grab the shampoo and after she wets her hair, I lather her hair up with shampoo that smells like her.

he said, the word low and deliberate. Sebastian’s modern outdoor shower area, usually used to rinse off after the pool, was commandeered. A large, deep trough-like tub was filled with hot water. Then, with theatrical flourish, Leo and Sebastian emptied four large bags of ice from the kitchen’s industrial-sized maker. The cubes cascaded in with a roaring, cracking sound.

she whispered before giving me a quick peck. "If only.". I carried us into my ensuite running a hot shower for us with my dual shower heads. Lisa was even more beautiful when wet. Her dark hair glistened, reflecting the bathroom light much in the same way a dark lake reflects the moon. We washed one another, enjoying the feel of each other. It was hard not to fuck her for a second time this morning. I felt like a crazy, hormonal teenager again. I didn't know I still had it in me to act this way.

I stepped back and hugged myself, declining to undress, saying firmly, "Do not come near me." The woman shrugged her shoulders and giggled, “Help yourself then. You can use the other side of the shower.” She then stripped off her underwear and joined the other she-wolf. I’ve seen naked females before, but when they are preparing to shift, is not something to lust after. Yet seeing them playfully splashing water, and having fun lathering their voluptuous bodies with soap, ignited a heat between my legs; nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I close my eyes. This is wrong, and I hate it.

"You have to pay me for the broken shower. It cost $50." "What?" I said. "But the plumber told us it was free of charge." "For the service, mind you," Celia said. "I don't know what witchcraft you did to that man, but he changed the showerhead with six different spray modes for you so that you can shower your shapely limbs like some naiads, and that's not free." "But it wasn't our fault!" Karmen said. "It broke by itself." "I don't know whose fault it was, but it wasn't mine," the landlady said then whizzed back into the kitchen.

l opened the bathroom door, still thinking about her lips on mine earlier. Then I stopped. I froze. There, in the steam filled glass enclosure of my shower was Liora. Her back was to me. Water streamed over the curve of her spine, trailing down the dip of her waist and over the soft swell of her ass. Her skin glistened, warm and golden under the low lights. She moved slowly, dragging her fingers through her wet hair, completely unaware I was watching. My chest tightened. She was in my shower. In my space.

— just girl time, movies, snacks, all of that. Everyone knows that a curious straight girl combined with a very experienced and curious lesbian creates an incredibly charged mix. We lounged around together, watched movies, and talked for hours. She opened up about how almost every guy she had been with treated her poorly, like a pig, and how she desperately needed something new and different. I told her I had the perfect person in mind for her. That same night, I decided I needed a shower before bed. I walked into my bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked. I slowly stripped out of my jeans, then slid my bright pink thong down my legs.

By ten minutes into the ninth innings, the run scores were already five to none. It was a grey drizzling day, so along the sidelines, there was a multi-colored wall of umbrellas with parents huddled underneath. Tonya had volunteered to be the catcher since no one else would. Over and over, she missed the ball. Melissa ducked out of the way when a Striker player ran towards her. Olive kept falling over. Rosie was dancing salsa in the rain. "What are you? A pack of dimwits or what?" squawked Stefanie as she threw her glove on the grass in disgust.

She quickly shrugged off the drenched outfit she had been wearing all-night, heading into the bathroom. Lana stood beneath the cascading water of the shower, the droplets clinging to her skin like a gentle caress. Steam enveloped the bathroom, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere that seemed to reflect the turmoil in her heart. As the water washed away the grime of the day's training, Lana's mind drifted to memories of Tyler, their passionate moments together etched deeply within her.

“Admit it. When I washed your back, didn’t you want to melt?” She was right. I did. But that didn’t mean that I wanted a lesbian experience. “I admit it. I did. But, I’m not into girls like that.” “How do you know?” she asked. “I’m not a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the soft touch of a woman in the shower. Let me show you. If you don’t like it at any time, just say stop and I’ll stop.” She moved so close that I could feel her bare nipples tickling my back. “You’re my only real friend and I want to share this with you. I want to share the good stuff.”