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A manicured hand
The shoes were made of delicate strips of white
Leather, backed by tantalising ankle straps,
Captivating heels, and pretty pink soles, set off
By bright aluminium spikes, dipping each glorious
Foot in pure unadulterated eroticism.
Beyond the shoes lay a pair of legs honed to
Perfection by The Goddess of female flawlessness
In lines of desire too heady to ignore, too perfect to
Resist. A veritable feast of sexual sumptuousness
That tonight patrolled the corridors of Willow Grove
Girls finishing school.
A manicured hand reached out from the shadows
And caught the arm of a girl hurrying along the corridor.
'Nice top, what's your hurry young lady?' 'I have to be
Up early tomorrow miss and I haven't had a shower
Yet,' replied Samantha shocked to find someone still
Up at this time of night. 'Well, we can take one together
If you like, I was just on my way there myself. I'm surprised
We haven't met before my name's Yvonne by the way and
It's my job to make sure new girls settle in properly.' With
That the two girls made their way towards warm water,
Lather and…
Steam filled the room as powerful jets heated the still
Air bringing a tropical humidity to an atmosphere heavily
Laced with perfume and fragrant body lotion. Neither girl
Could see the other such was the density of the steam,
There voices and their laughter gradually drawing closer
Until two shower heads became one, when a manicured
Hand reached out through the mist prompting a soft
Inviting squeal from Samantha…
Samantha came alive that night forming a friendship
That would last a good deal longer than the steam,
The bubbles, and the manicure.
© Joseph G Dawson