Terri starts touching herself while peeking!

She couldn't take it anymore. The frosting on the glass of the shower may have hidden most of the 'dirty details' from Terri's view, but what she could see of Lynn's spectacular body was more than enough to drive her off the deep end. She couldn't believe that she was friends with this woman, that she was going to be sharing a hotel room with her. Terri had sneaked more than a few looks in the direction of her fellow cosplayers while they were changing, but this was something else entirely.

Lynn stretched in the shower, her willowy arms over her head. For a moment, it seemed like she might expose her breasts over the top of the frosted glass, and Terri held her breath in anticipation-- but in the end, she was denied what she wanted.

Terri found her hands wandering. She was still wearing only a tank top and panties, making it all too easy for her to start feeling herself up. The thought of Lynn on top of her only moments ago rushed to her brain, and then more images appeared-- ones of Lynn going even further, kissing her neck, fondling her breasts... and more.

The first touch was careful, as if someone was going to burst into the room at any time. Terri knew exactly how this would look if someone caught her, but she just couldn't resist. So her fingers lightly stroked herself, on the outside of her underwear. It was as if someone had sent an electric jolt up her spine. She was no stranger to taking care of her needs, but with the added excitement from staring at Lynn in the shower? Incredible.

Lynn turned around so that her back was to the showerhead. She leaned over a little, pressing one arm against the back wall of the glass shower stall. Her other hand was hard at work, soaping up her amazing butt and washing it clean under the flow of the water.

Terri found herself moaning a little bit. Her touching had quickly become less careful and more rigorous. She was leaning up against the doorframe, desperately pressing her eye against the crack in the door, **** to see more of Lynn's body. What kind of friend are you? a voice in her head asked. Lynn is showering, this is supposed to be her private time.

Terri didn't care anymore. Her hand was in her panties now, and she had two fingers inside herself. She bit her lip to keep from moaning any louder.

And then she heard it: