Steamy Shower Session

Veronica shed her stuffy work outfit, sighing as her enhanced chest finally decompressed. At least she had new tops on the way. The thought of the skimpy shirts and showy bras she ordered caused her pussy to tingle slightly. Before, those choices would have embarrassed her, but this altered Veronica was confident enough to flaunt her great chest now. When these tops arrived, she'd be able to shop for more modest ones in person to add more decent work tops to her options. Fully disrobed, she reached into the shower stall and turned the faucet to a comfortable hotness. In a few moments, the glass box fogged with steam and she stepped delicately into the warm stream. Her stress of the day melted immediately as her tense back was pounded by water.

As she recalled her work day, the memories of her erotic actions were now tinged with a dose of sexual pride from the lingering eyes of her office mates. Even her Peterson presentation now held a thrilling excitement for her as she remembered the feeling of being watched as she performed, but those kinds of moves should be reserved for her boyfriend. Though she still could never see herself as anything but an accountant, she was fine with being a more sexually liberated one. Now fully wet from head to toe, Veronica grabbed her bar of soap and began to build a thick lather in her hands. Satisfied she ran them along the length of her body, being generous on the extra inches of titflesh. Nikki could hardly contain herself as Veronica's hands roamed their shared body, and soon she joined in, hijacking Veronica's hands to give her puckered nipples some attention. Veronica thought nothing odd as her hands started to drift to her thumb sized nubs, but her aggressive twisting was a little out of character for her. It wasn't until she vocally cried out that Nikki realized she should stop, even as they both felt Veronica get hotter from the painful pleasure. Veronica leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall, examining her rogue fingers, but Nikki was far from done. Leaving one gentle hand to clean her chest, the other slid teasingly down her belly, tickling along her hip bone until finally sliding down the crest of her thigh. Veronica's moans were appreciative, which cued Nikki to probe her quivering lips.

Veronica felt a sexual pressure build much like when Peter had been watching her last night, and her hands seemed to have minds of their own as they played with her body. She kept replaying the day's memories as she was touched by herself, but she found herself imagining Peter sitting behind the sturdy desk before which she had danced. Her moans became louder and more ****. She almost hoped Peter would hear her, storm in with lust-filled eyes, and join her. She began to pant his name, encouraging Nikki to add a second digit to her ministrations. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, she wanted to finish her shower and relax, maybe cuddle up with her boyfriend while they watch more of that show. She tried to pull her hands free of her erogenous zones, but as her fingers exited her wet hole, she felt a strong sucking **** from within her pussy, pulling the invading digits back in, like a mouth slurping spaghetti. Her passive confusion now turned to panic when she felt her fingers massaged and pulled deeper, like her cunt was trying to deepthroat her hand. Her legs quivered from the continuous penetration and she tried to push herself off the tile wall, but her breast squeezing hand would not cooperate, instead raising to her gasping lips and copying her lower pair, slurping and sucking while Nikki's protests vibrated around the invading digits. Veronica's face was scrunched up in shock and fear, but her hands never slowed.

"what the fuck...is happening?" Veronica begged aloud with a mouthful of finger, scared at the loss of control she recognized from her work day. To answer her question, that same numbing possession enclosed on her throat, and her own voice responded, though with a timbre and lusty breathiness she didn't recognize.

"I'm so fucking horny." Nikki responded, pulling her wet fingers out of her mouth and returning to her tits, allowing for open communication between the parties. Nikki's lusty smile held on Veronica's face before the controlled girl realized it was her own mouth that said those words! Nikki continued before Veronica could respond. "Those pole dancers were soooo sexy. I wish I could do that." Nikki, whimpered with a pout, causing Veronica to cast a concerned look at her protruding lips.

"No, that's ridiculous." Veronica countered, trying again in vain to stop masturbating, but as her pussy drooled even more, she knew it was a losing battle. "I'm just stressed from the day." She tried to assure herself, but maybe the voice was right; she was just a little horny and needed this release. Then she could pay attention to work. Admitting defeat, Veronica cooperated with Nikki's performance, eliciting, an erotic laugh from her. "I'll just do this quickly and be done." she promised herself, though Nikki had other plans. Immediately, Veronica could feel the difference between the two woman's techniques, as her fingers gently but precisely probed and stroked her walls, while Nikki had been forceful and dominant. Her thoughts returned to Peter and his cocks. He would probably be rough with her, too. She mused, picturing his long rods ramming into her, using her like a toy, but right now she wanted an easy, satisfying orgasm., so she continued her methodical pace. Nikki grew impatient, but allowed Veronica to have manual control as long as she retained vocal control.

"I'm such a little slut." Nikki began. Veronica gasped, though it was lost among her lewd mewling as Nikki continued. "I'm a sexy bitch who loves to show off her body." Veronica shook her head at this, but Nikki only doubled down on the degradation. "I belong on a pole, spinning and stripping for the sexy hunks who came to watch me." Veronica's fingers subtly picked up speed at Nikki's mention of strangers watching. Despite her attempt at a vanilla encounter, her fantasy drifted to what Nikki described: how the bright lights of the stage would blur her audience into one horny mob cheering for her. Faceless men roared and threw money at her, but despite Nikki's efforts, one face stuck out in her fantasy: her boyfriend's, front and center of the stage, smiling with pride and arousal. When their eyes locked, her pussy finally clenched around her fingers as she orgasmed from Nikki's narrated scenario. She fell to her knees with Nikki encouraging more cumming, forcing her fingers deeper and faster, as Veronica cried out from overstimulation. A second orgasm, quickly followed, but Nikki was generous enough to release Veronica to her own free will for now. Her slutty juices poured down the faucet as quickly as babbling moans spilled from Veronica's relinquished mouth. When she finally came to her senses, Nikki remained silent, leaving Veronica to her afterglow. The shower had long since chilled, and the frigid splashing on her blushing skin was all the encouragement she needed to quickly escape from her **** solo session. With a plush towel wrapped around her shivering body, she returned to the living room. She was confused by the sounds echoing her way, and she heard Peter mumble something as she rounded the corner. She was shocked to find her boyfriend panting and sweating while doubled over the coffee table, his splayed hands wide on the table top while his face hung inches above its surface.

"What the hell, Peter? She gasped with caring concern.