Donna knew cleanliness and let their soap-laden fingers probe deep within each other. There was no point in playing puritan games and pretending nonchalance. Their gasps were loud and very hon- est. Pamela shook her hair and squealed at the . fantastic realization of what was happening. Here was a chick she only knew for a few hours and they had soapy fingers in each other!

They washed each other's legs and feet, and necks and armpits, before turning off the shower.

Neither moved to get out of the stall. They just

' looked at each other. It wasn't important as to who moved first, in fact, they probably moved together.

Their mouths met softly and held, Pamela felt

Donna's arms go around her wet back, and she encircled her as well, her hands grasping the upper swells of the girl's lovely bottom. The kiss was very long, and at the end, their tongues met nicely.

Pamela dried herself with a fluffy towel, her mind in a dizzy state of shock and pleasure at her new discovery. The wetness between her legs was unbelievable! She felt clean and fresh and excited and alive! It was not necessary to say anything to each other. It would have only spoiled things prob- ably. The silent message was there, bet,ween them, and they both received it loud and clear. Let what will be, be, Let nature have its way.

There was nothing so feminine to a girl than the feel of fresh nylon panties, garter belt, and sleek nylon stockings. And high heels. Particularly high heels! They put about four years on a girl's age with their wearing, and turned even average legs into things of beauty. A girl's legs were longer,

slimmer, sexier in heels, and who could deny the sensuous sound they made when clicking down s hallway in an office building!

Donna and Pamela felt ultra-feminine when dressed.

Donna laughed nicely. "Wowee! Do you look smashing, hon!"