When Soapy Hands Wander: The Bathroom Escapade of Marta and Elo And here's a short story to go with the title: Marta leaned against the bathroom counter, her heart pounding in her chest. Elo, her best friend and partner in crime, stood in front of her, a mischievous glint in her eye. You know, Marta, Elo said, running a finger along the edge of the sink, I've always thought this bathroom was a little too small for two people. Marta raised an eyebrow. Oh really? And why's that? Elo stepped closer, invading Marta's personal space. Well, it's hard to move around when you're trying to do... other things. Marta couldn't help but laugh. You're ridiculous, Elo. There's no way we could fit- Before she could finish her sentence, Elo had pulled her into a kiss, cutting off her words with a hungry moan. Marta's mind went blank as she melted into the kiss, her hands automatically reaching up to tangle in Elo's hair. Elo broke the kiss, her breath hot against Marta's lips. See? Plenty of room. Marta rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. You're such a dork, Elo. Elo shrugged, her hands already starting to wander. Maybe. But you love it. Marta couldn't argue with that.

Elo, not one to back down from a challenge, responded with a wink. "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm glad you're willing to lower your standards for me."

Marta chuckled, "Lower my standards? Darling, I have no standards when it comes to you." She slipped off her dress, revealing a lacy lingerie that left little to the imagination.

Elo's eyes widened, "Well, I must say, you know how to make a girl feel special."

Marta climbed into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her body. She patted the spot next to her, "Hurry up, the water's getting cold."

Elo followed, her body pressing against Marta's as she sat down. Marta's hand brushed against Elo's leg, sending a jolt of electricity through them. Elo leaned in, her lips meeting Marta's in a passionate kiss. "I think I can handle being your 'lowered standards' for the night," she murmured.

Marta's hand traveled up Elo's body, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast. "Mmm, I think you can handle a lot more than that," she said with a grin.

Elo's hand found its way to Marta's core, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. "You're right, I can handle a lot more," Elo said with a wicked smile.

The bathroom filled with the sounds of moans and laughter as the two women lost themselves in each other. Marta's fingers tightened in Elo's hair as she reached the brink of release. "Don't you dare stop," she growled.

Elo's fingers moved faster, bringing Marta to the edge and over. "As if I ever would," she said with a satisfied smile.

The two women lay back in the bathtub, their bodies sated and their hearts racing. "I think I might have to raise my standards for you," Marta said with a grin.

Elo laughed, "I think that can be arranged."

As the water began to cool, they reluctantly got out of the tub, their bodies still humming with pleasure. Marta wrapped a towel around herself and handed another one to Elo. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," she said with a wink.

Elo couldn't help but agree. "I couldn't have asked for a better start."

The two women dried off and slipped into comfortable robes, before making their way to the bedroom, their bodies entwined and their hearts full. The night was still young, and they were eager to explore each other further.