[cpower36]

It was easy to see Linda relax once we were alone again. Her shoulders visibly dropped, free of the tension that clearly gripped her when she was naked in the company of the others. She exhaled loudly, for perhaps the hundredth time tonight.

'Oh thank goodness for that' she whispered under her breath, 'I thought they'd never go!'

'You've surprised me so much Linda. I'd never have thought you could manage any of this'

'Neither did I! It's not easy being all nudie in front of everyone I can tell you!' she smiled. 'That old chap made sure he saw every inch of me before he went.. and I've never seen so many..you know..willies!' she giggled, pointing her finger mockingly at mine.

I suppose I could have offered to move into one of the now empty showers, but I would have been a fool to do so. Instead, we continued in our shared quarters, stooping and circling to get under the water. After a minute or so of our little waltz, I did what any man in his right mind would do. I can't recall how I began exactly, but it just seemed natural to soap her pale shoulders in big rounded motions. Linda offered no word of complaint, as I thought she perhaps might, and at one delightful moment lifted her small ponytail to allow me to wash the back of her slender neck. I took this as her consent to continue, and I needed no further encouragement to cover her entire back in creamy suds. Her bottom, so fresh and baby pink, continued to taunt me as I neared the small of her back.
I gave in rapidly to temptation, and took the decision to wash further downwards. My mind raced, but I always knew that she would call a halt if this was too much. My circular motions edged gradually below her waist, until they reached the slope of her yielding rear. Most of the soapy water ran freely over the surface and away, while the luckier drops disappeared down between her full cheeks. I would of course have been happy to spend the next two hours concentrating on this spot alone, but instead finished her bottom swiftly, trying to make it appear that I washed beautiful female bottoms on a daily basis.

She made no protest or attempt to make me cease my chores, so I decided to continue onward and downward.

I had always loved looking at Linda's legs, even though I had only really seen her calves and the occasional glimpse of pale thigh as she sat awkwardly on the grass at lunchtime. It seemed quite surreal to be here washing them now, as she stood quite still in front of me without a stitch on. I dwelt on the pleasure of it for a moment, and then began washing from just under her bottom into the crease of her knees. As soon as she felt my touch on her legs, Linda brought her feet smartly together, and I wondered if she had finally realised that she had exposed so much to me earlier in the evening. My hands smoothed the soap gently over those lovely calves, and down to her dainty ankles and feet, which she lifted for me in turn like a spring foal.

My duties sadly completed, I raised myself again to meet Linda's beaming, flushed face. She turned her back to the spray, and the soap I had so carefully placed there washed away in seconds. The view of her fabulous breasts once again helped to make up for the disappointment.

'That was just lovely.. thank you' she whispered.

It was so sincerely said, I wondered if her husband had ever done anything similar for her, or even appreciated the beauty that lay beside him each night.

She began again, before I had a chance to finish wondering.

'Do you mind if I do my front myself? It's just..you know... It's not that I dont trust you or anything, really its not. It's just you know..it might feel a bit awkward if you do my..er.. boobs and everything.. I mean I'm not quite ready to..but it's not that I dont..'

'Of course Linda' I interrupted, before she dug the hole any deeper. 'You carry on'

I smiled at the return of that shy beauty that had first walked in. She had been, like the poem says, merely in another room.