Showering and Masturbation with the Door Open

Silke was still lying naked on Jonas’ bed, her heart racing, her body trembling from the intense tickling and the suppressed orgasm. The vibrating egg was clutched tightly in her hand — wet, warm, incriminating. She was breathing heavily as she wrote to Jonas.

Silke listened. It was quiet in the hallway. Then she suddenly heard the sound of running water. The shower was on.

Silke hesitated for a long time. She could still feel her body throbbing with arousal. Shame and horniness fought inside her. Finally she stood up, pulled the shifted shorts up roughly and quietly went to the bathroom door.

The door was open a crack. The water was running.

She looked inside carefully.

Max stood under the shower. Naked. His body was well built, wet from the water. His cock was rock hard — thick, long, the head red and glistening. He was holding the vibrating egg in his hand. The egg that had just been inside Silke. He held it to his face, smelled it, licked it. He licked Silke’s juices off the egg.

Silke stood frozen. She couldn’t look away.

Max started stroking himself. Slowly at first, then faster. He held the egg to his nose, smelled it, licked it again. His cock twitched in his hand. He moaned quietly — so quietly that Silke could barely hear it.

“Silke… fuck…”

He was masturbating to her. He was thinking about her. About her body, about what he had just seen.

Silke felt her own hand move between her legs almost on its own. She was soaking wet. She touched herself while watching Max. Her fingers circled her clit as she watched him stroke faster and faster, the egg in his other hand, breathing in her scent.

Max moaned louder. His body tensed. Then he came. Thick, white spurts sprayed against the shower wall. He moaned her name again quietly.

Silke stood there, fingers deep in her own wet pussy, and almost came with him. She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.

When Max was done, he turned off the water. Silke quickly pulled back and ran quietly back to Jonas’ room. She threw herself onto the bed, her heart racing, her body still burning.

With trembling fingers she wrote to Jonas.

She lay there, legs still slightly spread, fingers still wet with her own arousal. The shame was huge. But the arousal was even bigger.

Jonas replied immediately.

Silke lay on Jonas’ bed, her heart racing, her body still burning from the tickling and the suppressed arousal.

Jonas wrote:

Silke read the message and immediately felt her body grow hot again. She had just barely recovered from the intense tickling. And now this.

She slowly stood up, went to the bed and knelt down. Under the bed, all the way at the back, lay a large, thick black dildo. It was noticeably bigger than anything she had used before — long, thick, with a realistic head and veins. She had never seen it before. Jonas must have bought it.

She took it out. It felt heavy and cool in her hand. Her heart pounded hard.

She set up her phone on the nightstand so the camera captured the whole bed area. Then she went to the door and opened it a noticeable gap. Not fully open, but wide enough that someone could see everything clearly from the hallway if they stood right in front of it — just like with the shower.

She lay down on her back first, legs spread wide, feet on the bed. She was still naked except for the shifted shorts, which she quickly pulled off completely. The big black dildo lay next to her — thick, heavy, with realistic veins and a large head.

Silke took it in her hand, slowly rubbing the head over her already wet, swollen pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers and let the camera see everything.

Then she slowly pushed it inside herself. It was big — noticeably thicker than anything she had used before. She moaned quietly as it stretched her.

“Max…”, she whispered at first, almost experimentally. Then louder as she started fucking herself.

“Max… ahh…”

She pushed the dildo deeper, faster. Her pussy gripped it wet and glistening. She spread her legs even wider so the camera and the open door could see everything.

“Max… fuck… I’m fucking myself with your big dildo… ahh… Max…”

She got louder. She wanted him to hear it. She wanted Jonas to see her moaning his name. The mix of shame and horniness was overwhelming. She fucked herself harder, her hips lifting off the bed. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, the light pink nipples hard and sensitive.

“Max… yes… deeper… ahhh… Max… I’m so wet for you…”

She turned around. On all fours, ass high toward the open door. The dildo was deep inside her. She reached back, held it firmly and fucked herself from behind — slowly, deep, with long strokes. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. The camera filmed directly onto her pussy and ass.

“Max… fuck… look… I’m on all fours… with your thick cock in my pussy… ahh… Max… I’m your little slut…”

She moaned his name loud and clear. She knew Max could be standing in the hallway. She wanted him to hear it. She wanted him to see her fucking herself with the big black dildo and moaning his name.

“Max… yes… fuck me… ahhh… Max… I’m about to cum… for you…”

Her thrusts became faster, harder. The dildo slid wet and glistening in and out of her pussy, making wet, smacking sounds with every stroke. Her ass jiggled, her body trembled. She was close.

“Max… Max… I’m cumming… ahhh— Max…!”

The orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched violently around the thick dildo. She moaned his name loud and long as her body arched. Her legs shook, her ass twitched visibly. She came so intensely she almost collapsed.

She stayed on all fours for a moment longer, the dildo deep inside her, ass pointed toward the open door. She knew Max was there. She knew he had seen and heard everything.

Silke slowly pulled the dildo out. It glistened with her juices. She turned around, sat on the bed and looked toward the door.

Max was no longer there.

She stopped the recording, the phone trembling in her hand. She was sweaty, her body still shaking, her pussy throbbing empty and wet.

She wrote to Jonas.

She lay there, the big black toy still in her hand, and waited for his reply. Her body was burning. The door was still open.

And she knew Max had seen and heard everything. Maybe he had even taken photos.