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The rising steam carried, filling the room with a moist haze that caused the mirrors and all glass surfaces in the bathroom to condensate. Bette stood in the threshold of the shower door, holding the handle, mesmerized by the sight in front of her.
Tina had stepped into the hot water blasting from the showerhead. Her hands immediately went to her head as the clear liquid saturated her blonde mane. Bette licked her lips while she watched the streams and droplets of water flowing down Tina’s delicious curves in competition with one another.
She barely felt the mist of the spraying showerhead attack the front of her own body before she was brought out of her appreciative survey of the music executive’s wet body.
“Babe?” Tina said softly, a smile playing on the ends of her lips as she tossed a backwards glance to Bette over her shoulder. “You gonna join me?”
The smile that Bette’s face displayed was one of lustful compliance. She stepped in, securing the glass door behind her. Tina turned to face her lover. It was now her turn to admire Bette’s lithe body as it was doused by the hot streams.
Bette felt the power of her sexuality as Tina’s discriminating gaze washed over her at the same time the water did. She smiled with pride, knowing just how aroused Tina still was.
The blonde inched forward, her hands exploring the soft, wet skin of Bette’s shoulders and chest. I can’t get enough of this woman, she thought to herself. Bette’s hands cupped Tina’s face and leaned in for a kiss that made Tina’s right leg bend back at the knee, reminiscent of a scene from an old romantic movie.
Once the kiss came to its slow and sexy end, the two wet women opened their eyes and exchanged smiles.
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you’re a really good kisser, Tina.”
Tina blushed at the compliment, breathing a little chuckle and shaking her head. “Thank you. I think you’re a pretty great kisser, yourself.”
“You think?” Bette squinted in a teasing fashion. The drops of water bounced off her shoulders as she shrugged them. “I think I may need a little more practice.” And with that statement, the taller woman backed the shorter one up against the stone tile. Then she adjusted the showerhead so that the hot water was beating directly against Tina’s nipples. Once she was satisfied after a small gasp from Tina’s mouth, Bette covered it with her own.