Free A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt

her shoulders and down her arms. She let Daphne
run her hands over her body, closing her eyes and losing herself in the
sensation. She could feel the press of her friend’s full breasts against her
back, the curve and slope of her belly, her fingers brushing over Carrie’s
nipples, making them instantly hard.
    “Let me wash your hair.” Daphne
squeezed shampoo into her hands and massaged Carrie’s scalp, washing the salt
out, holding her under the needle-like spray until the water ran clean. She
didn’t stop there, though, rubbing the bar of white, moisturizing soap over
Carrie’s skin, starting in neutral territory, over her shoulders and down her
arms, and then moving to more sensitive areas—her breasts, her belly, and
finally, her pussy.
    “Oh my god, it’s so smooth,”
Daphne whispered, her eyes widening in surprise and delight as her soapy
fingers parted Carrie’s pussy lips.
    She smiled. “I shaved it—Doc
likes it this way.”
    “I don’t shave it all,” Daphne
said apologetically, sounding regretful.
    “It’s pretty.” Carrie didn’t
employ her friend’s careful approach. She cupped Daphne’s mound with her hand,
rocking her palm. The redhead moaned and opened her thighs a little wider, her
mouth parting with pleasure. She was so kissable that Carrie couldn’t resist
pressing her lips to Daphne’s, tongue exploring. Their kiss went on and on,
their soapy breasts pressed together, hopelessly soft, fingers probing and
petting each other’s pussies.
    “Let’s go to bed,” Daphne gasped
when they parted, her eyes still half-closed. Carrie could feel the slick proof
of her friend’s arousal on her fingers.
    The girls got out, reaching for
their fluffy white towels, warm under the heat lamps overhead. Daphne sat at
the vanity and squeezed the excess water out of her hair with her towel,
reaching for the blow dryer. Carrie, watched, toweled herself off, seeing
Daphne’s gaze on her in the mirror.
    “Sorry, I have to dry it.” Daphne
spoke over the hum of the hair dryer, the copper returning to her hair as it
dried.
    “That’s okay.” Carrie spread her
towel out on the counter, sliding up to take a seat. She saw Daphne glance at
her pussy, a puffy cleft between the swell of her thighs, and parted them a
little, letting her see pink.
    “Do you want to play with
yourself?” Daphne’s fingers lightly stroked the smooth skin of Carrie’s mound.
“I’d love to watch.”
    She flushed, but she put one foot
up on the counter, looking down between her own legs. Her pussy was pulsing,
thick with excitement, and she used one finger to circle her clit. Daphne
leaned in closer to watch, the blow dryer still pointed toward her red head but
all but forgotten as she watched Carrie masturbate.
    Daphne’s free hand went between
her own legs, parting her pussy lips. She had shaved her labia, leaving just
that copper landing strip above. The girls touched themselves, watching each
other, and Carrie saw that her friend’s nipples grew darker as they got hard,
poking out a little. The sight made her shaky with excitement.
    “Oh hell, it’s dry enough,”
Daphne announced, shaking her hair out and turning the blow dryer off, tossing
it on the counter, leaning in to bury her face in Carrie’s pussy.
    “Oh!” Carrie cried out in
surprise but Daphne didn’t hesitate or pull back, instead using her hands to
spread her thighs wider, putting Carrie’s other foot up on the counter too. “Oh
my god, that feels soooo good.”
    Carrie glanced over, seeing the
abandoned hair dryer, and grinned. “Want me to finish for you?”
    She grabbed it, flipping the
switch, and pointed it down at her friend’s head. The heat blasted over her
pussy as well as Daphne’s ginger tresses. Carrie alternated between drying her
own hair and her friend’s, the heat of the blow dryer nothing compared to the
fire between her legs.
    “Oh yes,” she gasped, dropping
the hair dryer onto the counter, barely remembering to turn