The more I kissed him, the more aroused I became. I was totally absorbed by his scent and the fact that he was just as into it as I were. His hand ran...up and down my spine, then moving in front to have better access to my breasts. Spontaneously, I reached down and into his trousers. His erection stood pleading to be freed from the wall of denim that stopped it from being caressed, sucked and maybe even fucked. And I was the lucky lass. I smiled at the thought and automatically unzipped his. And gradually the herd musters itself to do the same. Towels are lost, and now naked strangers tiptoe, coy, towards the hot water. I am nearly the last one in. Nobody has said a word. Meeting a new group of people is awkward enough clothed, and doing it bare only brings on more paralysis. Still, I feel a ripple of excitement at the naughtiness of it all. I pick a shower head. They’re closer together than I’d noticed, and it appears that there are exactly twelve of them. I’m wedged in between. She flashed back to the morning, and recalled how beautiful and sexy she appeared, yet Darla was afraid to call her. She had been hurt so badly with Dominique she was relationship-shy and thought she had to be very cautious making any serious commitments again. The taxi dropped her off right at the newsstand again where she had met Adreana earlier. The old geezer was still there listening to the ball game on his rickety old radio when Darla thrust a dollar bill in his face and asked for a. With my heart pounding and my breath held, I crept off to the bathroom to clean up and recover. Peeping in on Kat on my way back to my own bed, I saw she hadn’t moved, her orgasm having won the battle with jetlag. I pulled a sheet over her nakedness and went back to a perfect night’s sleep of my own.-------------The next morning, I was making breakfast when Kat appeared, clearly still half-asleep, in a tiny tee-shirt and a pair of almost irrelevant knickers. Her red hair was tousled, and she.