If at First You Don't Succeed...

Ashley could hear that the shower room was quite busy now, with lots of deep voices shouting and laughing and singing. She thought of all the boys showering naked, rubbing soap over their bodies, walking around with their cocks flapping around, flicking each other’s bottoms with wet towels. Or whatever they did in the showers. What would have happened if it hadn’t been James who found her, she wondered? All the boys, some of them with towels wrapped around their waists, some naked, crowding in the doorway to the cubicle, trying to get a glimpse of the naked girl handcuffed to the pipe. She would have tried to cover herself, squirming in front of them, but she would have been so horny feeling their eyes all over her, eventually wriggling around, pretending to be so shy and embarrassed, but actually wanting them to see every single part of her.

Ashley was woken from her reverie by blobs of soap splashing over her shoulders and back. Looking up she saw James rubbing suds on her wrist around the handcuff. Oh yes, she thought. They had sat together and watched some TV show where they did this! He grabbed the bottle and squirted more soap, it dribbled down her arm and tickled as it ran along her side to her hip. She reached up with her other hand to grip the ring of the cuff, and James’ hand was on hers, also holding it tight. That felt nice, she thought briefly, before trying to pull her slick hand out.

It didn’t work. Even folding her thumb underneath and pinching her fingers together, her hand was too big to fit through. ‘Fuck it!’ they both said in unison, and then smiled at each other at the absurdity of it. Ashley could see that his chest and arms were now slippery with soap, and she could feel it dribbling over her breasts. She had an urge to press herself against him, to feel her nipples slide over his skin.

She ducked back down as the cubicle door rattled with three loud, quick blows. ‘Jimbo!’ came a voice from outside, elongating the O as whoever it was walked away. Ashley smiled, her face just inches from James’ cock again. It was still rigid, she noted, still pointing up at her. ‘Oh, hello you!’ she thought.

James grunted, gripping the shower pipe and shaking it. His penis bounced around in front of Ashley’s face. She wondered if he was this hard for her, or if this was just what happened whenever a boy saw a naked girl? She would love it if his dick was like this because he secretly wanted to be inside her. She would love to feel the head pressing against her, parting her lips. What she would give to feel him stretching her open, slowly pushing his thick shaft inside. She was breathing heavily now, her mouth open, staring at his member. She tried to think of a way she could find out whether he wanted her. From here she could easily lean forward and take him in her mouth, but if she was wrong he would seriously never let her forget the time she tried to suck his cock.

He leaned forward suddenly, wrestling with the pipe, and his hips lunged close to her face, his cock coming so close to just popping into her open mouth. Instead it slipped wetly across her cheek. If he did that again, she decided, she would be ready. Then this wouldn’t be the time she tried to suck him off, it would be the time he stuck his penis in her mouth and she would be off the hook.

‘Shit, sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘Hey, stand up.’

Reluctantly she stood, and his penis was now actually touching her tummy, it felt so good. She wished she were a little taller so it poked against her pussy, now that would feel good.

‘I think I might be able to get this,’ he said, nodding at the bracket holding the top of the shower pipe in place. They were stood to the side of the water spray, him still shielding her from view, although it already seemed quieter out there. The bracket supporting the shower head was slightly parted from the tiles, with part of a blue plastic wall plug protruding. He tried rattling the pipe again, and his dick bounced heavily against Ashley’s stomach.

‘Shit,’ he said, ‘not moving.’ His brow wrinkled as he thought. Ashley leaned her hips toward him very slowly, allowing her belly to push against his penis, feeling the head slide over her slick, soapy skin.

‘Can you unscrew it?’ she asked.

‘No,’ he grimaced, trying again. Ashley watched him push his hand between the pipe and the wall and flex his arm, trying to prise them apart. This time it worked, the blue plug pulling free and the pipe with the shower head sitting an inch away from the tiles.

‘Yes!’ He grinned. He shut off the water and rotated the shower head to remove it. Now the handcuff had a clear path over and away from the pipe it was clipped to. Except Ashley was too short to reach the top section: with her back to him, ensuring her bottom was touching his dick, she jumped up with her arm raised, still unable to get free.

‘Hold on,’ said James, and she almost squealed as he wrapped his arms tight around her and lifted. His cock pressed hard against her, but his forearms slid through the soap so all he achieved was to rub himself against her. ‘Turn around,’ he urged, knowing they were so close now. Ashley did, pressing her body against his and he tried again, but still their skin was too slippery.

Ashley looked at him. ‘I’ve got an idea,’ she said. ‘Just catch me.’ She saw his eyebrows raise in confusion, but regardless she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and her free arm around his neck. His hands instinctively grabbed her bottom and held her there, and she could feel that she was now essentially balanced on his shaft, could feel it twitching against her pussy. His cock felt bigger and harder now somehow, and she just knew her pussy was ready for him. His hands, gripping her, were spreading her buttocks, she could roll her hips and manoeuvre him inside her. God, how she wanted him inside her right now. She moaned softly and hoped he didn’t hear.

‘Okay, ready?’ he grunted, and lifted her. She wasn’t ready, and failed to move the cuff over the pipe. Coming back down she moaned again, his cock very nearly pushing into her, but instead sliding along her wetness to poke against her back door for an instant before he lifted again. She twisted her shoulders and leaned back, determined to give him a great view of her breasts, and stretched her arm out, flicked her wrist, and she was free.

Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lower her feet to the floor. She rubbed her wrist and flexed her arm as he stepped over to the white door and retrieved his towel.

Now for the next challenge.