Jump in the shower...

After quickly adjusting the water temperature, you step into the shower. Wasting no time, you begin to soap up your chest and armpits, rushing to get to the good bit. You’ve been coping with a raging boner all morning, and you audibly sigh in relief that finally getting the chance to take care of it.

As you begin to stroke your meat, you start to flip through the near infinite data bank of memories and fantasies to settle on something to masturbate to. Eventually, you settle on a fantasy of meeting Joelle at the beach, finding her swimming in the ocean, tearing her bathing suit off and throwing it in her in a variety of novel ways. Your nickname for Joelle was the P.GOAT (the prettiest girl of all time). Joelle was about 5’10”, with an incredible body, wavy strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect skin. She was perfect.

You’re facing the glass wall of the shower with one hand on the glass, one hand working your dick, and your mind in a happier place, when the door swings open and someone pokes there head in. In a panic, you push a way from the glass, almost causing you to fall on the floor, and definitely making a ridiculous clatter as shampoo and soap bottles fall to the floor.

“What the hell! I’m in the shower! Does no one knock anymore?” You ask, yelling more because you’re embarrassed than angry.