Showers

Max had spent the whole night watching the footage of Silke in Jonas’s bed over and over again. He wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted more. Much more. And he wanted to see it live.

The next morning, he texted her as Jonas:

Jonas

Baby… I thought about you all night. How loudly you moaned my name. Max definitely heard that. The poor guy must have completely lost it.

I want you to get in the shower this morning. And leave the bathroom door open just a little bit. I want you to touch yourself in there for me. Really. So he can see something when he walks by.

Not too obvious. But enough for him to see you. Your body. Your hands. How you touch yourself.

Please. Do this for me. I want that poor guy to get a show this morning, after he heard you come so loud yesterday.

It took Silke a long time to reply. Max could imagine her lying in bed, wrestling with herself.

Silke

Jonas… that’s too extreme. Max isn’t just some guy. He’s your roommate. I don’t want him to see me like that.

Max grinned and kept typing:

Jonas

I know it’s perverted. And I also know it’s unfair to Max. But that’s exactly what makes it so hot for me.

The poor guy heard you moaning yesterday and couldn’t do anything about it. And I know he finds you hot.

Please, Silke. Just this once. Take a shower, leave the door open, and touch yourself. For me. I’m begging you. I love you. And I want this from you so badly.

It took almost ten minutes for her reply to come.

Silke

…You’re sick. But okay. Just this once. No more.

Max leaned back and grinned contentedly. He’d talked her into it again.

Shortly afterward, he heard Silke come out of Jonas’s room. He was sitting in the living room, pretending to read on his phone. When she walked past him wearing nothing but a towel, he looked up briefly. She blushed.

Max waited until she was in the bathroom. Then he quietly got up and went into the hallway. The bathroom door was indeed open a good crack—just as “Jonas” had wanted.

Max positioned himself so that he could see clearly into the shower through the crack without Silke spotting him right away.

And then he began to watch.

Silke was standing in the shower. The water was running over her body. She had leaned her back against the wall and spread her legs slightly. Max saw how she first hesitantly slid a hand between her legs.

She slowly stroked her smoothly shaved pussy. Max could see exactly how she slid two fingers between her labia and pulled them apart. The water ran directly over her bare skin, making everything glisten.

Then she began to really touch herself.

Max watched as she slid two fingers inside herself while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her mouth opened slightly. She bit her lower lip as if trying to stay quiet—but she couldn’t manage it for long.

“Mmmh…”

Max moved a little closer to the door. He now had a very good view. He could see her fingers disappearing into her wet pussy and coming back out. He saw her body moving slightly, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, and her nipples had grown hard.

She was getting louder.

Silke leaned back further against the tiles, spread her legs a little wider, and began fingering herself faster. The wet sound was clearly audible despite the running water. Max saw her place her other hand on her breast and pull on her nipple.

Her moans grew louder.

“Ahh… mmmh…”

Max felt his cock get hard. He stood right in front of the open door, watching Silke pleasure herself in the shower for him (or rather, for “Jonas”). He could see the look on her face—half ashamed, half horny. She kept glancing nervously toward the door, as if hoping no one would come… and at the same time, almost as if she wanted someone to be watching.

When she came, she got noticeably louder.

Her body tensed, her fingers moved faster inside her, and a shaky, stifled moan escaped her. Max could see her pussy clenching around her own fingers and her legs trembling slightly.

She stood there like that for a few more seconds, breathing heavily, her fingers still inside her, while the water ran over her body.

Max quietly took a step back before she could spot him.

He went back to his room, closed the door, and took out his cell phone. He’d recorded everything on the cameras anyway.

He grinned.

Silke had done exactly what he wanted. She’d fingered herself in the shower for him (or rather, for Jonas) while the door was open—and he’d watched it all live.

And the best part was: She had no idea,