Amy felt the hot water rush over her body and sighed. She glanced around the stall and found a bar of soap and began to lather her tired body. She winced as the suds rolled down to her thigh where the scrape started.

Amy slowly guided the bar across her large chest and enjoyed the smooth feel of it on her skin. Her nipples immediately perked back to attention as her slippery hands slid across them. She soaped them again and ran her fingernails across the skin leaving light pink trails behind on her warm skin.

She then started to soap down her stomach slowly and deliberately removing the grime that she felt from the day. Slowly, her hands trailed between her legs to the smooth mound between them. She had taken to keeping things clean shaven simply because it looked neater....not that she ever expected anyone to see.

Her soapy hand ran between her thighs across the sweet mound and to the center of her sex. She slid a hand between her netherlips and flicked her fingertip across the hardening bud and enjoyed the sensation. She did it once again, and again after that. She realized how stressed she had been that day and how much tension was being released from her body with each flicking of her finger across her clit.

Without giving it a second thought, she put her leg upon the small ledge in the stall and began to slowly stroke her pussy, forgetting where she was or why she was here. She leaned back against the wall and began to massage her swollen button faster and faster until she could feel her orgasm begin to tumble through her body. Her weak legs began to buckle under with the last waves of exctacy and she quickly caught herself and regained her senses.

She quickly washed her hair, remembering the bump on the back of her head only after the soap stung the small scrape that was left on her scalp. Amy turned off the water and reached for a towel that was hung outside of the small stall.

She dried her body quickly, threw her hair up in a toweled turban and shrugged on the shirt Will had been kind enough to loan her. She was happy to see that the shirt was almost as long as her skirt had been on her and decided that it was long enough to where she could leave her panties off so that they could be washed as well.

She wondered for a moment if he had a washer and dryer as well or if she should wash her clothes herself in the sink. She decided to just leave them where they lay for the time being and let him look at her leg. It was beginning to sting terribly after standing on it alone in the shower.

She saw a brush on the ledge of the sink and grabbed it as she walked with just a slight limp out of the bathroom in a billow of steam. "I saw your brush and wanted to ask if it was alright if I used it before I took the liberty," she stated.