With all of the exertion of having sex with June and the draining orgasms I had, I needed the rest...but....I didn't doze for long. I snapped fully to consciousness when I realized I had to pee. Off I went to the bathroom, leaving June to rest. Once I relieved myself, the thought hit me that a quick shower might not be a bad idea. I was afraid that I might be a little "funky" after all of my sexual capering, to say nothing of my satisfyingly "liquid" orgasm. But I wasn't about to take a shower wearing my balaclava mask, so I unzipped it and laid it on the counter while I bathed.
The warm water felt good on my skin and the steam that filled the shower was both relaxing and stimulating. In washing down my body, naturally my fingers probed my "lady parts", as June referred to them, and I quivered when I touched my oh-so-delicate clitoris. The water, the steam, the shower gel, and a sensitive clitoris! To myself, I said, "MMMmmmMMM!"
Through the steamy shower door, I saw June come into the bathroom. And, through the steamy door, I saw her stand and look at me in the midst of my ablutions.
"Tawney, my dear, do you mind if I pee while you're in the shower. I have to go and I feel a little funny about it with you here but, I think it's O.K., How about you?" she said, her voice "little girlish".
"That's not a problem for me, if it's no problem for you," I answered, "besides, it's not like I haven't seen anyone do that before."
"Thank you, Tawney," she said in a grateful tone, while sitting on the pot, "I really need to go. Oh, and I can't remember the last time I peed with anyone else in the bathroom with me. Maybe one time when I was ill and the nurse had to help me and sit with me. I live alone and, well, there's just no occasion, except for now, that would entail a witness to my urination."
"June, you are adorable!"
Abruptly, June changed her tone from grateful to alarmed, "TAWNEY! You have your mask OFF! Oh, MY! But don't worry, I can't see you all that well through the steamy shower door. Is that O.K.,? By the way, your hair looks lovely!"
"That's not a problem for me, really, now," I responded, "I trust you, my dear, after what we've shared tonight, I'm not at all worried about you seeing me, knowing who I am. I trust you!"
"I have an IDEA!" June giggled, "let me join you in the shower. Hee,hee,hee! I've NEVER done THAT before...shower with someone, I mean. Ready or not here I come...!"
Through the mist, I saw June stand up from the toilet, TAKE OFF HER MASK, and head for the shower. The door opened and I beheld a beautiful woman's face, framed with...well....tawny hair. I knew her eyes were blue but I didn't realize how enticingly blue they were until I saw them together with the rest of her face. Oh! June was...STUNNING! But, despite the warmth of the shower, I felt a cold shiver...I recognized her!
"June! Your MASK! You took it OFF!" With my realization of who she was came fright for her that her anonymity had been compromised.
"I'm not worried, Tawney," she said in a calm voice, "as you said, after what we shared, I'm not worried. In just this brief, wonderful, delicious night I feel as if I've come to know you well. I trust you, Tawney, I TRUST YOU, Tawney!"
Here I was in a shower with June, warm water cascading down on us, wetting her hair, her beautiful face, and coursing down her delectable body. My feelings were almost as good as an orgasm. But, beyond that, I felt a bond with June..a bond of trust...all of my other feelings settled on that bedrock of trust. Some turning points can only be identified in retrospect; but some occur when you are fully conscious of them...This was one of THEM!
I kissed June's lips and I kissed her all over her face, as she did to me. We both cried, our salty tears washed away by the spray of the shower. Our hands were busy...well, "washing" each other? Well that too but it was just caressing with shower gel assistance. We didn't cum in the shower...it was better...we blended!
We dried off with those obscenely luxurious towels that the hotel provided and headed back to bed, still a little. Both June and I did our girly towel turbans for our damp hair and giggled as we settled onto the mattress. Sex notwithstanding, we were two women on the cusp of middle age playing like middle school girls. I had some friends like that when I was in school; I had the feeling that June hadn't.
"June, do you know what?" I asked with a giggle.
"No, Tawney, my love, WHAT?" June giggled back.
"We've missed out on something tonight, something important," I was teasing shamelessly, "do you know what we've missed?"
"No, Tawney, I can't think of a thing," she seemed truly surprised, "not a thing in this lovely evening!"
We were sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked except for our towel-turbans looking each other's eyes--her blue eyes entrancing me.
"Let me show you, June, the only thing I think that's been missing."
With that, I reached over, unwound the towel on her head, and with a playful push, tipped her over onto her back. As she fell back, her legs spread apart and went up in the air. I could see through the still damp hair of her bush her well defined pink lips. It was really the first time I had seen them, she being the one to take care of me. Though I felt them in the shower, I had never laid my eyes on them. I remember walking through a bakery one time seeing a tray of small apricot tarts; they made my mouth water...I had to have one. That's the way I felt when I saw what was between June's legs.
June saw me looking and said, "Oh, Tawney! Nobody has ever look at me there, let along like you are doing now. And your look! What do you see? What do you think?"
"I think, June that you are the loveliest creature that ever walked the planet," and I giggled a little when I said, "and your 'lady parts' are the most precious thing that I've ever seen!"
She giggled back as I dove in to possess her.
I had to remember, though, that June was really...as far as I knew or she told me...a lesbian virgin. I gathered she had fantasies and desires about sex with women but, until now, had never followed through on them...other than her sending me into ecstasy. She hadn't had proper sex bestowed on her by...well...by anyone, let alone another woman. So I had to approach this all very carefully...and gently!
Since it was her vagina that presented itself to me, that's where I started. I know I said that June had a "heavenly" aroma about her, well her pussy had that times ten. It was intoxicating for me and as I plied myself to her labia, I began to have a spontaneous orgasm myself...without any manipulation.
