I grabbed a bottle of beer and twisted the cap off, and we were ready to be entertained by the magic box with the big flat screen on the front. An hou... later she was looking drowsy, so I turned off the TV at the end of the show and walked her down the hall to the guest quarters and said good night. I wished I knew something else to do for her, but I couldn’t undo what the purse snatcher had done to destroy her brave facade of self sufficiency, alone and friendless in a big city. * * * * * * * *. My friends think it is funny that after so many years of sexual adventure, I should retire for a time. It's still curiously unfashionable for a woman to admit to lust. We approve of women who are cartoonish in being voracious or women who are brave enough to plumb the depths of kink for our public titillation. But I am one of a legion of hidden women who censor our own day to day desires. We walk down the street and we work in your building and we are greedy for something we would never ask of. Stretching awkwardly you casually ease yourself from between the sheets before pulling yourself upwards into a seating position. Casting a bleary glance downwards you notice the time on your phone reads 6:00 am. You let out a tired groan before cursing to yourself. Placing both feet on the cold wooden floor you casually pace over towards the bathroom and clamber unceremonially into the shower. Jet's of steaming hot water hit you from all sides as you start to feel more human.In the distance,. "I'm ready."Dusty got on her knees beside the tub. She took the soap and spread an even lather all over Shari's smooth back. Then she put the soap down and began to massage Shari's skin, using the slippery lather as a lubricant.Shari had never felt such a slow, sensual manipulation of her body before. Dusty's skillful caresses soon had her moaning softly with pleasure. She undulated her back, feeling the girl's fingers doing magical things to her taut flesh."God, that feels good!" she murmured,.