Stolen clothes

Rebecca had been at her station for days now. She, Desmond, Lucy, and Shaun were held up at the empty warehouse, exploring Desmond's ancestry, having just broken him out of Abstergo. And they were running out of time before they found them again, which meant everyone needed to pull in overtime. So of course, everyone drew straws and Rebecca got the short end the stick.

Well into the night though, with everyone asleep, and Desmond running on the rooftops of Florence, she began to get overwhelmed by the smell of three day old clothes and fast food. Naturally, she needed to clean herself of the filth and oils from the last few days and reinvigorate her body. The animus could handle itself long enough for her to shower and go right back to work.

Rebecca grabbed a towel and her bag, filled with the only clothes she owned, as the Assassins needed to travel light. She headed down the hall and turned on the small walkin shower. She dropped her bag on the floor and set her towel on the rack next to the curtain. Removing her headphones, she turned on some music from her phone and began taking her clothes off.

Her boots and socks were the first to go, followed by her belt and jacket. Her shirt was thrown to the floor without a care. Now came the tough part of pulling her jeans off her firm, cute ass, and bargaining for every inch she pulled down of her hips. After much tugging and pulling, she was free of her restraints.

She hated taking them off and putting them on, but loved the way it made her ass look and feel as she showed off around the hideout. She always hoped Desmond or Shaun, anyone really, would say something, compliment or not. But now wasn't the time for such thoughts.

She unclipped her c-cup bra and let it drop to the floor, enjoying the feeling of a long over due need of exposure of skin. She pushed her breasts together with the sides of her arms and savored the feelings of pleasure it gave her. Wasting no more time, Rebecca pulled off her tanga panties and jumped in the shower.

The hot water hit in a wave of ecstasy and she began going to work. Wetting her hair and whipping it back, she shampooed and rinsed her hair. Lathering up her soap bar, Rebecca began scrubbing every inch of herself, starting from shoulders, to arms, to chest, to breasts, to abs, to her waiting pussy. It was there she stopped and couldn't help but begin a continuing rubbing sensation.

She had almost no time alone for the past several months prepping for the abstergo bust, and she was gonna use as much of it as she could.

To start off, Rebecca rubbed in circles, with the bar up against her clit, allowing for a sigh of relief to escape her mouth. After a few minutes of this she need more and pushed the bar in her pussy, until there was only an inch left of leverage. She grabbed the bar with her finger and thumb and pulled it out, eliciting a moan which she covered with her other hand. This process repeated, increasing in speed every cycle and Rebecca began massaging her tits, moving to the beat of the music. The time came and Rebecca was ready for release, but she got careless and the next thing she knew, the soap bar was all the way in her walls and there was nothing to grab on to.

With her pussy not satisfied, she needed release. With one hand she rubbed her clit and with the other pinched around her lips, all while pushing out from the inside of her walls. The pressure from around her lips, inside her walls, and the constant rubbing, made her lose control and before she could stop herself, a screeching moan escaped her mouth, along with the soap bar that came whooshing out, using her own juices to slip out. And with that, Rebecca began to throb as she came down her orgasm, leaning against the shower wall and sliding down to the floor.

Catching her breath, Rebecca turned off the water and slid back the curtain, only for her breath to be taken aback yet again.

Her bag, dirty clothes, and towel were all gone. The only things left were her belt, headphones, and phone, still jamming out music.

Thankfully, the door to the shower was still closed and she had time to think.