Natalie is Inspired

The bathroom was much as Natalie remembered it from the days she lived here. It was a large tiled room, with a shower in one corner, and a big bathtub pressed against the back wall. To the right, there was a sink, and a towel rack. Natalie closed the door behind her, standing for a moment as if trying to catch her breath. Her chest felt tight, as if she couldn't breath properly, and she could feel the flow of blood to her face causing a red tinge to wash over her cheeks.

Images and desires danced around her mind, and they were not only her own. Erika was still downstairs, fingering herself now in front of the crowd, Natalie could feel her mind, muted by the distance, but somehow still connected. Maybe it was because the two of them shared something, or maybe it was simply that Natalie had not quite let go. Whatever the case, bursts of pleasure and dirty thoughts swam through her mind, projected by a woman she couldn't even see.

She took a deep breathe, tried to **** herself back into order, but it was hard. Her body was trembling, shakes racing up and down her spine, as her skin was pockmarked by goosebumps that rose in accordance with her thundering heart.

Natalie looked down at the tiled floor, her fingers curled and uncurled, like they were not sure what to do. The core of her body felt like it was boiling, like steam was rising behind her skin, curling around and teasing her nerves. Her throat felt dry, and she swallowed, but it didn't help. She knew full well the feeling that was creeping up on her, she'd felt it many times before, but..

"Here?" Said to herself, "Now?"

But even so, what could she do?

_I could ignore the feeling and get back to doing my job! _Part of her answered. But the rest of her didn't hear it. She kept seeing Erika dancing, and the stares of the rest of the room on her. She imagined what it would be like to be the one doing that instead, feeling those same hungry looks gazing upon her own naked skim. Dancing and swaying, touching herself for the amusement of the rest of the party.

Natalie bit her lower lip. She knew she really should go back, but...

She undid the belt of her jeans, feeling the tension against her waist lessen as it went slack. Her hands were moving on their own, or at least, it was easier to pretend that they were than to confront the fact that she was really about to do this. Natalie's eyes fluttered closed, her fingers pressed against her womanhood through her jeans and panties, the pressure sending a little jolt running through her that only made her want to go further. She grunted, enjoying the feeling that swept through her body, her fingers fumbled with an edge of desperation at the button of her jeans, and then the zipper came down as well. Natalie kicked them off a moment later, standing in her T-shirt, socks and panties. But now, there was a large wet patch between her legs, the fabric of her panties were starting to soak. Natalie moaned, her fingers brushing and teasing her mound, stroking it, and making it cry out in the form of waves of tense anticipation and pleasure which spread through her body.

Fuck, it felt good. How long had it been since she'd enjoyed herself like this? Not with a guy, or on one of her adventures, just touching herself like this, when no one was around? Natalie bit her lower lip, tension rising through her body. She knew that the lust she was feeling wasn't totally her own. She was still connected to Erika, still feeling her pounding desire and need. It echoed and magnified Natalie's own, the connection she'd established letting Erika's thoughts and feelings wash over her until her toes curled, and her skin tingled.

Eagerly, her hands pushed below the barrier of he panties, her fingers skittering across her own warm skin. Natalie felt her own wetness, her fingers tracing the pattern of her mound, leaving a wake of tingles and rising desire for more. She bit her tongue to keep from moaning, but still couldn't quite stop her fingers from exploring her pussy, spreading her lower lips wide, and moving her hand back and forth along her folds, jumping or twitching when she came close to stroking her clit, which was a tiny little burning star of churning desire at this point. Natalie was breathing heavily, almost gasping. Somewhere downstairs, Erika was masturbating furiously, her mind was alight with pleasure and desire, and it was all washing back to Natalie, combining with her own, and then running amok through her mind and body.

Natalie half collapsed with her back to the bathtub, she spread her legs, and then practically tore off her panties. Her mound glistened, newly revealed and soaking, before she started to play with herself again, stroking and pressuring her lower self, using her fingers to tease her labia, to spread them, to touch and penetrate herself. Her clit burned for attention, and she delivered it, her eyes rolling back as heat surged through her body, her spread legs sparked as fire flowed through her senses. Her nerves blazed with desire, and before she knew it, Natalie was fingering herself furiously, using two fingers, she entered herself, moving faster and faster, the friction making her squeak and fight against the need to moan. With one hand she penetrated herself deeper and deeper, moving as quickly as she dared, the sensation made her twitch, and her legs kick out. With her other hand, she teased her clit, circling the tiny bud of flesh. It was so sensitive that to touch it directly was like a flash of pure sensation which she could endure for only a few seconds, but each time she did it, it tore her breath away and made her whole body heave and shake. Natalie had to bite her top to keep from moaning.

Natalie's fingers moving as quickly as they could, and she could feel a building tightness between her legs which foretold of an orgasm. But it wasn't coming quickly enough for her. Filled with a sense of urgency and desperation, Natalie looked around for something she could use as a tool, and her eyes fell upon a half empty bottle of shampoo. It was long and tapering, and for a moment, she hesitated, but only for a moment before her burning desire overcame her, and she reached for it, pressing the tip of the plastic bottle against her opening, she started to fuck herself with it. It felt harder and longer than her own fingers, each time it entered her, pressing against her pussy, Natalie's head swam, and her toes curled.

It felt tight and cold against her insides, a foreign object forcing her lower lips wide. Natalie's spine arched, lightning flashed through her nerves and cells, her toes and fingers tingled, and she came a moment later. The bottle, still dripping from the tip, hit the ground beside her thigh as Natalie endured the wave of pleasure which crashed against her mind and body. She lay still, twitching occasionally, but then the orgasm passed, and she managed to recover a bit of herself.

For a moment she sat there, her back to the bathtub, her legs were still spread. After a moment - a long moment - Natalie started to realise what she had done, and felt the blood rushing to her face for quite a different reason.

"Fuck, I can't believe I did that." She muttered. "I mean, it felt good, but...what if someone had seen me?"

"I'm sorry, but someone sort of did."

Natalie felt a coldness wash over her, and in that tiny, analytical part of her mind, noted how different it felt than her usual adventures. When she let other people see her, and pretended to be surprised, there was a certain feeling of humiliation and shock, but this felt so much more different, much more real that it was like being hit in the face with a hammer. Claws of ice tore into her heart, and she jumped to her feet, shielding her mound with her two hands and feeling thankful that she hadn't taken off her top. The rush, the panic, and the fear were so much more total than what she normally felt when she wasn't taken by surprise.

Standing beside the door to the bathroom - the door which, as she recalled now in horrified hindsight, she hadn't actually locked - there was one of Davis' friends. He had tanned skin, like someone who spent a lot of time outside, and brown hair, and he was dressed in a casual set of trek bottoms and a shirt. More importantly though, her eyes were drawn to his hand, which held a phone, the single camera eye glinting with light.

Natalie felt as if she'd been punched in the gut.

"You were watching? You were recording?"

"That's right." The guy said. "Davis told me that I wasn't supposed to follow you, but I guess he didn't think that his step sister was that sort of girl, because he didn't follow me either. And now I've got your whole performance recorded, ready to be uploaded with the touch of a button. I'm Conner, by the way. Now, don't you think it's time that we had a talk?