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contain herself. Although they had been living together for over two years, she still got excited when she heard Sara’s key in the door.
    Swinging the shower screen wide open, she flinched at the sound of the glass slamming against the tiled wall. She had been meaning to talk to the landlord about fitting a rubber stopper of some sort; she was convinced the door was going to smash one of these days. She unfurled her towel, folded it, and placed it on the toilet seat. Reaching for the shower unit, she spun the dial to the hottest temperature before pulling the knob. The showerhead sputtered and hissed, then a strong stream of hot water burst free and slammed against the opposite wall.
    Stepping in, she stood under the showerhead and closed her eyes; the feel of the water caressing her body had her sighing in pleasure. She reached up for the bottle of body wash and squeezed a dollop into her palm. Rubbing her hands together briskly, she worked the soap into a lather before massaging it across her torso.
    “Do you want some help with that?”
    Melissa jumped at the voice. Spinning around she grinned at Sara, standing naked, an Aphrodite in the flesh, behind the glass door.
    Melissa raised her eyebrows. “Well seeing as you’re dressed for the occasion I could do with a whole body wash and...” She let the words trail off, her eyes doing the talking.
    “I was hoping you’d say that,” Sara flashed a big smile as her eyes grazed over Melissa’s naked and wet body. A quiver of excitement rippled through her as Sara opened the door and stepped in.
    “Don’t be a water hog.” Sara eased her back toward the wall with one hand.
    A flash of metal glinted in the corner of Melissa’s eye and she quickly glanced down to see what it was. Sara swiftly tucked her hand further up her back.
    “What have you got there?” Melissa said trying to peek over Sara’s shoulder.
    “Where?” Sara asked smiling.
    Melissa drew Sara’s face closer, licking the outline of her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Behind your back.” She stepped up close, pressing her chest against Sara’s, as she snaked her arms behind Sara’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. Pressing hard, her tongue forced its way between Sara’s soft lips, probing the recess of her mouth. Sara responded in kind as she wedged her slippery leg between Melissa’s, grinding her hip against her centre.
    Melissa’s hand slid down Sara’s neck and traced the line of her spine with her fingertips, the feel of her naked skin beneath her fingers sending shock waves to the core of her being.
    Lowering her hand further, Melissa found the hidden secret and wrapped her fingers around it. Suddenly breaking contact, she pulled the metal handcuffs from Sara’s grasp.
    Melissa frowned. “Handcuffs?”
    Sara’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “I thought we could spice things up a bit.”
    With the handcuffs dangling from her hand, Melissa shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”
    Sara pressed against her. “Yes, it’s what I want.”
    Melissa’s chest rose and fell as her whole body tingled in anticipation. Her senses throbbed from her nipples right down to her clit. She could feel the moisture at the crux of her thighs. “Do what you want.”
    Sara took the handcuffs from Melissa’s grip. Placing a hand on her hip she manoeuvred Melissa so she was standing under the showerhead. The spray of hot water darted over her face, her breasts, and her abdomen. Melissa collapsed back against the cool tiles as Sara lifted her right wrist and snapped one cuff on her, draped the other hand over the shower pipe, and snapped the other cuff over her wrist.
    Trapped with no way to escape, Melissa gave in to the moment as Sara lowered her head and ran her tongue over her nipple. She squirmed and pulled against the cuffs as a power of need shot through her veins.
    Sara used her leg to spread Melissa’s thighs further apart. Sara’s arm fell and her fingers found her clit