Lilly Should Stick Around

The hot water beat against her naked skin as she stepped into the shower. The door was open, the glass cubicle full of wafting steam. Rivulets of water coursed down her sides. Drew a path between her breasts. It was hot but not too hot and she felt her tensed muscles relaxing. Clara gave a sigh, a tingle of desire swept through her as her eyes landed on Lilly's equally naked body.

"You can stick around if you like." She said.

"Well wouldn't Alex be jealous." The joke brought a smile to Clara's face but for the moment she wasn't thinking of Alex.

Being surrounded by the smoke and steam was relaxing and feeling the gentle patter of water droplets against her skin was a welcome sensation. Sweat and dirt was washed away, pooling at the drain between her feet. Her hair was soaking now. She ran a hand through it, feeling Lilly's eyes on her the whole way. She hadn't closed the shower so Lilly didn't even have to look through a fogged up door. She saw everything and that made Clara excited. She felt a tingle running through her body, a tightness between her legs. Her nipples were half engorged, announcing her arousal to the world. She swallowed, feeling light headed. The water beat against her skin, a constant rhythm which grew almost sensual as she got more and more into it.

She closed her eyes. Enjoyed the feeling. Though she couldn't see Lilly she knew she was there. Her presence made the whole thing so much more erotic. Clara felt like she was being put on display. Her body was on show. She felt worn and used but somehow that only added to the fire inside of her. It fuelled her fantasy because it made her realise that if she really was a **** no one would stop just because _she _was tired. She would be made to go on no matter how many times she orgasmed. No matter how she cried out for mercy. She would be used again and again until her master was satisfied.

The idea of that, being used so coldly, it made her go all hot and tingly. The water poured down around her, the only sound was the beating of the droplets and her own thumping heart. She reached up and unhooked the shower head. Felt the drumming of the water become more quick and urgent as she brought it closer to her naked skin. Her mouth felt dry. Was she really doing this? Lilly was watching. But then again, Lilly hadn't said anything. She was accepting it. Letting Clara make the choice.

Water streamed down her chest, it felt pleasantly hot against her skin. Where it brushed her nipples it made her sigh with pleasure. Her free hand flexed, the fingers opening and closing. Clara took the shower head and gently played it over her mound. As soon as the water started to beat against her vulva she had to stifle a moan. After everything they had done she was sensitive down there, the stimulation was almost too much. It rode the line between pleasure and pain. She gulped, twisting the head of the shower to make the stream of water less intense. After this it became more pleasurable. Her free hand moved to her chest, fingers gently tracing her breasts. Teasing her nipples with gradual stroking motions.

A moan escaped her lips as her pleasure mounted. Clara couldn't believe she was dong this. Giving Lilly a show like she was doing. She was putting her own body on display just like in her fantasy. She opened her eyes to see that Lilly was massaging her own chest, her fingers curled around her breasts. Tweaking her nipples and stroking her areola. The sight made Clara all the more aroused. She moaned more loudly, a wave of pleasure made her legs buck. They felt like jelly now, and she was sinking. Her legs slowly spreading as she found herself propped up with her ass on the floor of the shower and her back to the far wall. The water continued to pool around her womanhood, the insistent **** of its flow made her gasp. Her body shuddered. Waves of stimulation raced through her skin.

Her clit was engorged now, she could feel it as a tiny source of hot tightness. She splashed it with the water and the reaction made her face go pale.

"F-fuck!" She gasped. It felt so strong! Holy shit, was being watched turning her on that much?

But it was. The more Lilly watched the more hot and needy Clara became. She bit her lower lips as her hand fumbled with her womanhood, rubbing her entrance with as much pressure as she could bear. Water coursed over her, her own fingers were hungry and ****. Each touch made her shiver, and she was moaning more and more now. Each breath was a half gasp. Her nerves were screaming.