She fingers herself in the shower

Under the ice cold water, she felt the tingle of her skin tightening and her blood rushing to the surface to compensate for it. As that sensation covered her body, she placed her right hand at her pussy lips, spreading them, and fingering her clit between. Her other hand squeezed her breasts, first the left, then the right, then she rested that hand beneath her breasts to collect more cold water to splash on herself. Her right hand continued to flick at her pussy, and her body tensed, and relaxed, tensed, and relaxed.

She paused. Was that a noise? she wondered. It sounded like a door. She wasn't sure what it might have been. She had left the bathroom door open behind her. And she was pretty sure no one else was here.

She tried to refocus her attention on masturbating again, but between being distracted by the sound she might have heard and the fact that she couldn't shake the image of the French guy from last night, it just wasn't happening.

Giving up on masturbating (for the moment, anyway), she turned her body and reached for a bath sponge and a bottle of soap. As she reached, she was able to see out through the shower curtain, and she was sure she caught a glimpse of something unusual. A little fearful of what or who it might be, she made no sudden moves, but quickly retreated behind the curtain again.

She soaped up the sponge, but was trying to figure out how to look outside the curtain again. It occurred to her that she'd been screaming all kinds of things, including stuff like, "find me and fuck me!" throughout the house. If this was a who (and not a what), perhaps that was their goal. She thought, Well, I hope I don't get killed. Anything else might be fine.

She shifted her angle again, and with the small mirror inside the shower, took a clearer look through the split in the curtain.