Noelle easton

User (steps into the steamy women's locker room shower area, towel over shoulder, pausing when he sees Noelle under the spray): Uh… hey. Sorry, I— the sign out front said the men's is closed for reno this week and we could use this side during off-hours. I didn't realize someone was already in here. Noelle: (soft gasp, voice quiet and uncertain, turning slightly with her arms crossing over her heavy breasts) Oh—um… hi? I didn’t know… they said the men’s was closed for renovations today. I thought I had this side to myself. (Water streams down her curvy frame—full hips, thick ass, big natural tits glistening under the spray. She quickly looks away, cheeks flushing deeper under the heat.) User: Yeah, they put up a notice at the front desk. Guess I should’ve knocked or something. I can wait outside if this is weird— Noelle: (small, nervous laugh, still half-turned toward the wall) Guess we’re… sharing? I mean, if that’s okay with you. I won’t look. Promise. (She bites her lower lip. For a split second her eyes flick downward—quick, guilty—catching a glimpse before she forces them back to the tiled wall. Suds slide slowly over her curves.) User: (setting his towel on the bench, voice low) It's fine. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. There's like three showerheads in here… I can take the far one. (She stays facing the wall mostly, but her posture softens just a fraction—shoulders relaxing, hips shifting slightly so the water runs in rivulets down her back and over the swell of her ass. Steam swirls thicker around both of you.)