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You can't give this up, and, after all, whatever Rachel's done on your phone is already done. So you focus your full attention on the girl about to get into the shower, hoping you can keep yourself under control until the show's over.

Your previous voyeurism excursion was like being a kid in a candy store. There was fresh delight in every direction, and it was hard to know where to look next. Zipping from Amanda's enormous jugs to the twins' supple asses to two redheads showering side by side almost gave you vertigo.

But this is different. This is like fucking Hitchcock! you think to yourself. Just with less knives.

You've got Rachel's naked body all to yourself.

She starts by wetting her hair. Every time she lifts her arms to run her fingers through her thick, black hair, her tits lift seductively. There are no hooks in the shower, so her caddy sits on the floor near the curtainless stall. When Rachel bends over to pick up shampoo, her breasts sag heavily, her nipples prominently pointing in your direction.

Rachel shampoos her hair, and you zoom in (figuratively and literally) on her face. Neat eyebrows, soft lips, smooth skin. Her eyes are closed as she puts suds in her hair, which roll down her neck and around her breasts.

When Rachel turns to rinse her hair, you get a nice view of her ass. Two delicious bulbs bulging out in just the right proportion to her smooth legs.

Rachel grabs some body wash (more boob-swaying) and does a quick-once over. Unsurprisingly, your favorite part is when she soaps her tits, though she doesn't linger there as long as you would have.

Next, Rachel puts one hand on the wall and lifts her left foot so she can scrub it. This opens up a new delightful angle on her slightly open pussy lips, which is reversed when she washes the other foot. She bends over to gently rub soap up and down her gorgeous legs, and as her boobs sway deliciously, you register only the slimmest regret that she doesn't have a razor with her.

Finally, Rachel washes her pussy. She really scrubs up in there; you suspect it smells delicious. Probably tastes great, too, you think, your camera capturing her soft, trim pubic hair parting as her fingers massage soap over her vagina.

You just about fall over, though, when Rachel sticks a finger into her pussy. Instinctively and irrationally, you glance at her face - what you think you just saw is so private, you're almost sure you're about to get caught.

But no, her eyes are softly closed, and the water is now running down her shoulders and over her freshly clean body.

So you turn your attention to her pussy again and yes, you weren't imagining things. She is definitely touching herself. Nothing pornographic; just some rubbing and fingering that is clearly bringing her pleasure.

For this, you can have my fucking phone, you think, and you realize your mouth is gaping open and you are literally drooling. And not just from your mouth.

You couldn't be enjoying yourself more from your private viewing area of this the unexpected sensual display. It occurs to you again, though, that it's now or never if you want to slip into the locker room and try to grab your phone back. You suspect Rachel wouldn't hear you over the running shower, and with her eyes closed, you have some decent cover.

Of course, now Rachel has a second finger inside her, and you're pretty sure you're never going to have this kind of opportunity again.

What to do?