However, her hair—that intense orange shade like a sunset—and above all, the way Beckie looked at her—with the same mixture of intensity and attraction she reserved for the inn's owner—gave Mara a clear hint.
Without a doubt, she reminded her of Alice, and that, somehow, must excite Beckie.
Hehe… I love this routine, Mara thought, finishing removing the last piece of clothing she had on and stepping forward, now completely naked, toward Beckie.
Mara paused for a moment to admire how the water and foam traced every part of Beckie's body: generous breasts glistening and swaying slightly with each movement, dark nipples already hardened by the friction of the soap, defined abs dripping down toward wide hips, and that pussy she knew inch by inch.
Beckie extended a soapy hand with a mischievous smile, pulling Mara against her slippery chest.
Mara sighed in pure pleasure as she felt the pressure of those large, heavy breasts against her own, wet skin sliding in a delicious, familiar contact, nipples brushing together in electric sparks.
Her hands went straight to her favorite devotion: kneading Beckie's heavy breasts with both hands, lifting and squeezing them, thumbs brushing and pinching the erect nipples while the soap made everything extra slick, like natural lubricant.
"I always go straight for these… I can't help it," Mara commented casually, leaning in to lick one nipple beneath the hot water, sucking it slowly, rolling her tongue around the dark, rough areola, tasting the neutral soap mixed with Beckie's salty skin.
She moved to the other breast without haste, licking a wide path from collarbone to nipple, taking it into her mouth with gentle but persistent suction, feeling it harden further against her tongue, bouncing lightly in her mouth.
Beckie chuckled softly, tangling a hand in Mara's wet orange hair, encouraging her without words.
"I knew you'd go straight for them. Keep licking—I love it when you do it this slowly," she murmured, while her own hands slid down to Mara's ass, squeezing it with playful affection.
Mara devoted long minutes to Beckie's breasts, alternating broad, flat licks with deep suction, gently nibbling the nipples to feel them throb against her tongue, slipping soapy fingers underneath to lift and massage their heavy undersides.
They feel so good in my mouth… they bounce perfectly, and that taste is addictive, Mara thought, lost in the tactile pleasure, her own pussy throbbing just from the act.
Only when Beckie moaned louder did Mara slide one hand down her muscular torso—caressing firm abs that tightened beneath her fingers—until she reached the plush, soaked pussy.
Mara parted Beckie's lips with two curious fingers, rubbing the large, prominent clit in slow, casual circles, like part of a daily routine.
She's already soaked inside… it slips in so easily, she thought, slowly pushing one finger into the warm, welcoming interior, then two, moving them in a fluid, familiar rhythm, feeling the inner walls tighten and release around them.
"You're ready already, like every day," Mara said in a relaxed, satisfied voice, kissing Beckie's soapy cleavage while fingering her, the water washing away the abundant juices that spilled out in little streams.
Beckie moaned deeper, her hips rocking naturally against Mara's hand.
"Come on my hand, like always… I want to feel it," Mara said casually, curling her fingers to hit that sensitive spot she knew by heart, speeding up while she returned to licking a nipple, sucking it eagerly to intensify everything.
"Yes… there, just like I like it, Mara," Beckie gasped, before exploding into a long, intense orgasm, warm jets of squirt splashing over Mara's belly, thighs, and hand, dissolving into the shower water with rhythmic splashes.
Mara smiled in satisfaction, licking the sticky juices from her fingers with a long, casual moan, savoring the salty-sweet taste.
Then, without fully standing up, she knelt more comfortably on the wet floor.
"Now let me lick you," she said naturally, burying her face directly into Beckie's still-throbbing, post-orgasm pussy.
She licked with calm, devoted eagerness: a broad, flat tongue covering everything up to the swollen clit, softly and rhythmically sucking full, juicy lips, pushing the flexible tip deep into the tight, soaked interior.
Mara alternated rhythms without haste—long, slow licks over the entire area, quick, focused sucks on the clit, circles around the sensitive hood—savoring every fresh, lingering drop.
She used her fingers to spread the lips wider, licking the exposed interior, her nose buried in wet pubic hair.
Her pussy tastes incredible after she comes… so soft and juicy, I could spend the whole morning here, she thought, dedicating entire minutes to it, hands sliding up to massage Beckie's ass and give it little pinches while she licked with complete devotion.
Beckie let out a long gasp, legs visibly shaking, hand tangled in Mara's hair.
"You're so good with your mouth… lick deeper, yes… right there," Beckie moaned, trying not to raise her voice.
Mara continued until Beckie trembled again in a smaller orgasm, a light squirt splashing over her face and tongue.
Only then did Mara rise, kissing her deeply to share the intimate taste, their tongues dancing slowly and wetly together.
Once they were both satisfied, they washed each other lazily in a post-orgasm haze, Mara taking extra time to soap and massage Beckie's heavy breasts and her pussy again.
"Starting the day on the right foot, huh?" Mara said as she turned off the water, drying them both with a shared towel, casually brushing against one of Beckie's breasts.
"I guess so," Beckie replied, getting dressed amid casual laughter and lingering touches.
They got ready together in their usual calm routine—brushing each other's wet hair, straightening wrinkled clothes, slipping on shoes—before leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs to the dining area like every other day.
As they descended, both Mara and Beckie noticed Alice standing behind the reception counter, holding a thick parchment envelope between her fingers.
Hearing the familiar creak of wooden steps beneath their feet, Alice turned her head toward them with that unsettling precision she always showed, as if she could see straight through the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Good morning, girls," she said, a warm smile forming on her lips as she slightly raised the envelope. "I hope you remember what day it is today."
"Uhhhh… meatball day?" Beckie replied, tilting her head playfully as she adjusted the robe draped over her shoulders.
Mara, for her part, tried to search her memory.
But the past days—or weeks—had blurred together into a succession of clients, intimate nights, and the comforting routine of the inn.
Nothing specific surfaced.
"Today we leave for the event Reiko has been working on for the past three weeks," Alice clarified, her tone gentle but carrying a meaning she seemed to expect them to recognize.
"Huh?" slipped from Mara's mouth, this time with genuine confusion at hearing that name.
And then she remembered her—Reiko.
That girl with the gloomy gaze and awkward steps.
The girl who had left on a "special assignment" Alice had barely explained.
Truth be told, Mara had completely forgotten she even existed.
The brief flash of guilt she felt was quickly overshadowed by curiosity.
What kind of event had Reiko been sent to?, Mara thought with curiosity.