The Exhibitionist in the Shower

The advent of gender neutral bathrooms completely changed the game. Or at least, that’s what the guys have told you. You heard that during orientation week, one could just walk into the showers and find a girl ready and willing to fuck. But now that most of the students on campus have completed the Freshman 15, you’ve seen no sign of tit nor ass in these bathrooms.

That is, until you go for a piss in the bathroom by the hall lounge and catch the sound of the shower running. You’re not usually one to peek at the showers—after all, with a gender neutral bathroom, it could just as easily be a guy that’s showering—but then you hear the sound of quiet moaning. Distinct, feminine moaning.

You circle by the sinks, pass through the row of toilet stalls, and turn the corner to come across a heavenly sight in the showers.

The curtain in the farthest stall is drawn to the side. The freshman’s smooth, pale back is glistening under the water, arched to the side as her fingers slick in and out of her dripping pussy. Her long brown hair is down, drenched by her shoulder blades, but your eyes are drawn to her pert ass, lifted just the tiniest bit as she pleasures herself. You drink in the sight of her sensuous body, trying to place this girl. You’ve seen her before. But without the face, it’s hard to tell who this is.

The accouterments on the hooks and the cubby outside the shower give you a couple more clues. A bright pink flowery dress that’s skimpy as hell. Matching bra and panties. The latest iPhone and a stack of credit cards on top of it. A gold necklace. Gold earrings shaped like the letter ‘L’. Ah. This slim babe under the shower, fingering herself and moaning into the water, this babe is Lucy.

Fuck, Christina’s roommate is hawt. Seeing her naked like this, you want to plow into her and give her the entirety of your length.

She continues to finger herself, seemingly oblivious of you watching her from behind. But there’s no way that she’s left this shower curtain open by accident. She’s masturbating. Any sane person would have triple checked to make sure that nobody can spy on them. Not unless…

You casually knock against the side of the stall as you approach Lucy. The noise echoes in the room, barely audible above the splashing of the shower. But Lucy hears it. Her fingers come to a rest outside the folds of her pussy. You draw nearer, and you see her breath hitch. She hasn’t looked back at you, not yet, but she must know you are close. She must be able to feel the heat of your breath on her neck. Slowly, slowly, she slicks her finger back into herself. A quiet moan escapes from her mouth. You reach out, a hand of yours coming to a rest on her shoulder. She is so wet. So hot. Your hand drifts down her back, coming to a rest by her ass.

Only then does she look back.

“Alex,” she whispers, a mischievous grin on her face. “You dirty lil’ pervert.”

“You’re the naked one,” you reply, your hand cupping her ass. You give it a quick squeeze. She has the most deligthfully perky body you’ve ever seen.

“I’m showering,” she says, stretching her arms out under the water. She arches her ass back, pressing the juicy flesh into your hand. “Of course I’m naked. You’re the lewd one, approaching a stranger in the shower like this.”

“A stranger who knows how to toy with you,” you smile as you slide a finger south, brushing against her inner thighs, falling naturally into the role that you must play. “A stranger who knows exactly what you want.”

“Please,” she gasps, as your finger presses against her lips.

You brush against the folds, flicking across the clit, before your finger slides into her. Your clothes are getting damp from the shower, but who cares. You push deeper into her.

“You like being played like this,” you say, pulling your finger out. It hangs there, while her legs quiver, pushing backwards, wanting you. “You like that a stranger can find you in the shower and have his way with you.”

“Finger inside, please, more,” she gasps, as you oblige.

You begin probing her walls, pushing further, when you hear the noise of a door opening. Shit! Someone else is in the bathroom. And footsteps, coming around the row of sinks, a voice humming… you chicken out and pull away from Lucy, pulling the curtain with you.

You slide into a bathroom stall, barely catching the confused look of Charmaine, a long towel wrapped around her body, carrying a caddy full of soaps and hair products, heading into the showers. You catch your breath, count to five after Charmaine’s shower starts up, and then make your exit from the bathroom.

What was that? All you know is that you want more of it.

Lucy +25