I turned around and placed my hand against the wall, with my other hand I brought the nozzle to my ass and sprayed it about. It felt good as the water...slide down my buttocks and around my hole. I bent my knees slightly for some support and spread my butt cheeks wide. I softly moaned as hot water oozed in and out of my asshole.I stood up and turned off the shower. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. The cool air pressed against my naked, wet body. I picked up my towel. “Okay”, I thought, “manageable”.When I entered the class, I was shocked, 9 guys and 1 girl! “Too many guys”, I thought. Being from a conservative family, I was not used to talking to guys. Let alone talk to or teach so many.But I thought at least there was 1 girl and that made it feel less awkward. Also since it was a German language class in India, I thought that only good people would have enrolled and thus I did not think it would be much of a problem. Little did I know a month later I would. Maybe tonight I could go all the way with her!We got to the room and decided to have a few drinks before we went outfor dinner, vodka and tonic (same as the previous night hers was tonic,mine was a triple).After a few drinks she came over to me and gently stroked my leg andsaid "Do you want to go further than we did last night?"I nodded yes."How much do you?" I really want to" OK you sexy thing, I want to dress you up like I did last night forour dinner, and then when we get back we can have. "Keep going sweetie." Miranda worked her fingers with more urgency, balancing her desire for release with Heather's instruction to wait until she was told. The result was that she hovered at the brink of orgasm, the thin line between tension and release. Between control and abandon. More muscles in her legs began to quiver, and she fought to keep her breathing under control. She found herself enthralled with the pair of full, red lips hovering near her own, the faint scent of wine on Heather's.