Console and empathize

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, everyone does it!" You say, stepping across and hugging the poor naked girl. She turns and presses herself against your bare breast, "I masturbate all the time, like, seriously. I think I might have a problem."

"Oh god..." She softly murmurs, "oh god..."

"No, really, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." You grope hopeless at the right thing to say, then realize the only way to show her is to, well, show her. You slip one hand down between your thighs, finding yourself a little more wet than you'd expected. "See?" You say, sliding a finger along your wet slit.

She looks down as your hand slides along your pussy, teasing at your clit. You bite your lip as you gasp. "Oh god..." You whisper.

She looks up at you, and you swallow, your hand still stroking your surprisingly aching pussy, your arm still wrapped around her. She leans in, kissing you, and you find your tongue pressing into her lips, parting them. You feel her own hand press down between her thighs as you continue to kiss, your own finger working itself inside your tight little hole as she presses her kiss into you.

She pulls her lips free, gasping for air, her hand a blur between her thighs, your own hand picking up its pace. She stumbles back against the wall, sliding down as her hips writhe against her hand. You rock against your own fingers, managing to keep an unstable balance as you both bring yourselves to peak, the hot water still pouring around you.