A little self-love + PIC

Lisa was absolutely flushed and extremely aroused after her intense workout at the gym. Her nipples were pressing hard against her tight red sports bra top, and between her legs the fabric of her leggings felt warm and damp. All the stares from the other members had only turned her on even more.

Jan came over to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“You were really brilliant today, Lisa. The owner told me there’s a separate changing and shower area at the back. It’s actually a public area, but separated from the rest of the studio by a dark glass partition. Your bag and your things are already there. Go on, head over and have a quiet shower – I’ll just pack everything up here.”

Lisa nodded, relieved. Her legs felt soft, the arousal still throbbing strongly between her thighs. She walked down the narrow corridor and found the back area: a small, tiled room with a large shower, a bench and her bag. A large, dark pane of glass separated the room from the rest of the studio. From the inside, it looked opaque and secure.

She quickly undressed. First the red top – her heavy, full breasts sprang free, the large pink nipples stiff and sensitive. Then she rolled down her leggings. Her labia were heavily swollen, glistening with moisture, the inner lips slightly protruding. A thin, clear thread of her arousal stretched between her legs as she pulled the leggings off completely.

Naked, she stepped into the shower and turned on the warm water. The stream pelted pleasantly against her skin. She took the shower gel and lathered herself up slowly and thoroughly. First her breasts – she massaged the foam into the heavy curves, kneading them gently, running her thumbs over the hard nipples again and again. A soft moan escaped her. The touch felt far too good after the gruelling shoot.

Her hands wandered lower. Over her flat stomach, her hips, then between her legs. She spread her legs slightly and lathered her labia. The outer lips were smooth and plump, the inner ones rosy and extremely sensitive. She parted the lips with two fingers, letting the warm water and foam run between them. Her clitoris was hard and swollen. She began to circle it slowly – gently at first, then with increasing pressure and speed.

Memories of the stares, the tight poses and the constant rubbing of the fabric against her most sensitive spots flooded her. Her fingers grew faster. She pushed two fingers deep into her wet, hot opening, rhythmically fucking herself whilst her thumb massaged her clitoris. Her breasts bounced with every movement. The water pelted against her body, mixing with her sweat and her increasingly copious wetness.

She grew louder, her hips twitching uncontrollably. “Oh fuck… yes…,” she whispered. With three fingers, she now thrust deeper into herself, pressing against exactly the right spot. Her other hand kneaded her left breast hard, twisting the nipple. The orgasm built up at breakneck speed.

When it came, it was intense. Her whole body tensed, her legs trembled, her labia pulsed violently around her fingers. A powerful gush of clear moisture spurted out and ran over her hand and the insides of her thighs. She came with a stifled, long moan, her knees weak, her breasts quivering. Wave after wave washed over her until she had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily.

Afterwards, she stood for a while under the warm water, her face flushed, an exhausted but satisfied smile on her lips.

“My God… I really was completely wound up,” she murmured softly and laughed to herself, feeling a bit embarrassed. She used the time briefly to shave. The glass wall made the perfect mirror. Afterwards, she dried herself off, put on her normal clothes and went back into the studio.

Jan had actually only gone into the dark corridor to fetch his last camera. The light in the corridor had gone out due to the automatic energy-saving system – the entire corridor lay in almost complete darkness. He stopped.

Through the large pane of glass, which looked black and opaque from the inside, he suddenly saw everything clearly and brightly.

It was pure coincidence. The pane was a perfectly ordinary one-way mirror. As long as the brightness was the same on both sides, it appeared black from the inside. As soon as Lisa had switched on the light inside, the shower area was brightly lit. The corridor remained dark. This completely reversed the effect: from the outside, one could now see perfectly into the bright room, as if there were no pane at all.