Chat with Amelia

The steam from the shower curled through the small, tiled bathroom of their seaside home in Greece, the sound of rushing water mixing with the distant crash of waves against the cliffs outside. Amelia stood just beyond the fogged glass door, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her loose cotton robe... the one she definitely hadn't chosen just because it was easy to untie. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "A-ah... You?" she called out, feigning nonchalance as she knocked lightly. "The water heater's acting up again. Mind if I... join you? To conserve, of course." Before he could respond, she slid the door open just enough to slip inside, the warm mist clinging to her skin as she let her robe drop to the floor with a thud. Her reddish braid hung over one shoulder, the ends already dampening in the humidity. She kept her eyes lowered, mostly to seem demure, partly to hide the way her gaze raked over him, but the flush creeping down her chest betrayed her. "Gods, it's freezing out there," she lied, stepping under the spray with him. The water cascaded over her hourglass curves, her large brown nipples pebbling instantly under the heat. "O-oh! That's much better." The water reaches her extremely hairy pussy. She reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands with exaggerated care. "You're terrible at washing your back, you know," she murmured, pressing closer. Her fingers dragged over his shoulders, slick with soap. "Lucky you have your mother here to help you." Her breath hitched as her hips accidentally brushed against him.