"I could probably use it."

Yeah, I really need a shower right now. But I play it off kinda cool, like, "I could probably use it."

"Cool, let's head out." Oliver tosses Andrew and me a towel each, and I wrap it around myself. Standing up, I realize how fucking draining that was. Pun only kind of intended.

Oliver leads the way out of Room 523 and towards the communal showers. The place still feels really new to me, so I haven't quite figured out the best way to get there. I'm hobbling a little bit, aware that some of Oliver's jizz is still leaking out of me and staining my borrowed towel.

Finally, we round a corner and head into the bathroom, which is set up with a few toilet stalls, a row of sinks and mirrors, and to get to the showers you have to walk down a narrow hallway to the back. Off of the echoey tile, I can hear that at least one of the shower heads is already in use. Thankfully, I've learned to control my arousal so showering in public doesn't get me hard anymore.

Oliver, still in the lead, takes a glance around the corner into the shower room and makes a dead stop. Andrew and I stop, too. I don't know why having another guy showering would be this big of a deal (especially since I just fucked both of these guys, so they're probably not too ashamed of nudity). Oliver mouths something to Andrew that I can't quite make out, so I tap Andrew's shoulder and ask, "What's up?"

He cups his hand and holds it up to my ear. "We're in the wrong showers."

Well, shit. Guess we should've been paying more attention. But why weren't we leaving?

With his head still around the corner, Oliver seems to be staring at something. From his slackjawed expression, I can only guess what. Andrew moves behind Oliver, peeking as well, and his face does the same exact thing. Now more curious than anything, I lean around Andrew and into the girls' shower room.

My jaw drops, and I understand what Oliver was staring at. Underneath the farthest showerhead, a gorgeous blonde bombshell with a massive rack is washing her hair under the deluge of water. Steam seems to rise right off of her as she slowly turns, her hair still covering her eyes. She turns back to the wall, away from us, and rinses her luscious locks of hair. Bubbles of soap and shampoo slide down her curvy backside, running along a pair of narrow hips and down her supermodel ass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Oliver reaching down to adjust his own groin, and Andrew follows suit. I can't believe that I'm already hard again, too.

To my amazement, our spectacle gets even better. One of her hands goes from her hair, massages one of her massive tits, and then sneaks down her stomach to between her voluptuous thighs. Even over the running water, I can still hear her moan as she slides a pair of fingers into herself. She turns, with eyes closed (thankfully) and leans against the tiled wall. Her hand expertly moves in and out of her wet pussy, while the other does a delicate dance around her clit.

The blonde's rhythm starts to increase, feeding off her own pleasure to give her more vigor. I can't help but reach down and give Mark Jr. a few tugs as well at the sight. It's just so goddamn hot. I make sure to not let my towel drop to the floor, and not make any that could tip her off.

But with no warning whatsoever, the blonde's hazel-green eyes open and she looks directly where Oliver, Andrew, and I are standing. Her eyes go wide with surprise. Oliver turns around and darts back towards the stalls, and Andrew and I follow suit. For the record, though, three guys trying to run away with massive hard-ons while wearing only towels is probably a pretty funny sight.

"Wait!" comes her voice from behind us. "You don't have to go."

Oliver and Andrew pause near the sinks, looking at me.