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I needed no second bidding to join her of course, but just for appearances sake tried to take my time before joining her in the little stall. I waited, leaning back against the cool tiles as I watched her dunk her head under the spray. It was difficult to know where to look next, as all the aspects of her little body competed for my attention.

'Enjoying yourself back there?' she enquired, continuing to let the water bounce over her face and breasts.

'I'm having a great time.. you look.. just..amazing'

'Oh thanks.. you say lovely things sometimes'

Linda turned to face me, and I felt my throat go dry at the sight of her. Tiny rivers of water were running from her breasts and down along her hips. I watched in awe as several other little droplets were gathered in by her pubic hair before being deposited onto the floor in one glistening stream. I stood quite motionless as she drew some soap and began to wash her speckled arms with it. She ran the soap in long sweeps along her forearms, but stopped quite abruptly before she reached her shoulder. One of her familiar furtive looks around followed, before her blue eyes looked up into mine.

'You do it. Please. You do it'

I thought I knew what she meant of course, but I suppose my inaction made her feel she had not made herself clear enough.

'Go on. Do my front. I don't mind. Quickly though... before someone comes'

It was perhaps the greatest offer I had ever had, and remains so to this day. There was no prospect of turning such an opportunity down of course, but again I did my utmost to appear relaxed, while my heart felt like it was going to explode. I drew some soap and before I knew it Linda had offered her her hand to me. I began to wash the same arm she had just completed herself and once done, she silently offered me the other, which I completed with as much care as I could manage. Linda smiled sweetly, before dropping her arms by her sides again.

I watched, hoping for her permission to continue, and received it as she closed her eyes and lifted that little elfin chin skywards. I was able to take her whole body in without fear of admonishment and greedily took my chance. My hands soon found the curve of her neck, then her shoulders, and then down towards her collar bones, until the whole area was covered in white lather. Her eyes were still closed tight, and my own moved to those magnificent breasts. It was a sight that deserved to be savoured, but I was aware that at any moment a creak of a door would certainly bring my pleasure to a halt. I gathered myself and brushed my hands across her breasts with slow, circular motions and almost felt ready to pass out. Linda's nipples seemed to harden slightly under my touch, but I resisted the urge to hold those little pink thimbles between my fingers as best I could. Her breasts felt better than I could ever hope to explain. A mixture of firm and yet soft, light and yet heavy, they yielded softly under my touch until they too were hidden under the lather. I finished by cupping each of them in turn, resting the round little peaches in my palm before releasing them forever.

I bent down a little further, washed across her lovely tummy, and smiled as the soap gathered in a swirl in Linda's tiny navel. I had to kneel to begin on her thighs and calves, and tried my best to pay no attention to the fact that her auburn triangle of drenched, flattened hair was now no more than six inches from my eyes. From this distance I could clearly see the dark line that guarded her most intimate place. I looked up to check Lindas face, and to my delight saw her eyes were still tightly closed and a flicker of a smile passing across her face. I continued downwards over those short thighs, freckled knees, and gently tapering calves.

I rose up again.

Linda's eyes opened as I faced her, but the familiar smile had grown larger
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'Don't worry..she whispered. 'I don't mind. You can..you know.. wash me.. if you want to..'

Before I had a chance to move, Linda made a delightful little shuffle that caused her legs to open a few inches wider, and placed her hands softly on my shoulders to steady herself. The invitation was more than any man could have stood, least of all me.

My hand touched her somewhere between her navel and the first few tiny hairs of her sex, and she tensed at the touch, as if ready to bear some great pain. I slid it lower still and felt her fingers increase their grip on my shoulders. My fingers pressed those gorgeous auburn hairs taught against her skin until I finally felt her damp lips seperate under my slippery touch. I drew my hand backwards and forwards, painfully slowly, under the pretence of washing her there, but all the time her grip on my shoulders was increasing and her breathing was becoming both more urgent and more shallow. I watched Linda bite her lip to stop herself from crying out, and she was whispering to herself almost inaudibly. It seemed the pleasure she was getting from these simple movements had been missing from her life for quite some time. One of my fingertips had clearly found her clitoris, distinct against the softness of her skin and the viscous soap, and she visibly shook each time I brushed across it. I increased the pace slightly, and after only a few seconds she lifted her head up and shook her hair.

'I'm sorry' she mouthed, almost silently. 'I'm going to come..'

It was perhaps a strange thing to say, but I thought it quite endearing. Perhaps she felt guilty for having her own pleasure while she thought I was not having mine. There was of course no need for her to apologise. The pleasure of watching her was worth a thousand orgasms of my own.

Only a few more seconds passed before she began to grip my shoulders tighter still. With one more swish of her hair, she bagan to grind down onto my fingers, trapping them between her thighs. Her legs began to quiver and then shake, and her face contorted into an almost pained expression. She seemed to have perhaps three or four little spasms as her orgasm washed over her, with each one seemingly intense enough to be verging on pain. She bore each one silently, and continued to push hard against my hand, intent on drawing every last drop of pleasure, before the feelings finally drifted away.

Perhaps a minute passed before Linda, a rosy red flush on her chest, eventually managed to stand again unsupported. She retreated under the freezing water to gather herself, months of frustration seemingly relieved.