The Open Door

Silke had stayed naked in Jonas’ bed overnight. The next morning she woke up because she heard footsteps in the hallway. Max was awake. She stayed lying there a little longer until she was sure he was in the kitchen, then wrote to Jonas.

Silke frowned.

Jonas didn’t reply immediately. When the next message came, it sounded pleading again, but with a new undertone.

Silke sat up in bed. She read the message twice and shook her head.

Silke got up and paced restlessly around the room. She was still naked. The thought of deliberately showing something to Max felt wrong. At the same time, she could feel her body reacting to the idea.

Silke stood in front of the mirror in the room for a long time, looking at herself. She felt torn. Jonas’ begging sounded almost desperate. And deep down she knew that a part of her found the idea exciting — even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself.

After several minutes she wrote back.

Silke put the phone away, took a towel and slowly walked toward the bathroom. Her heart was beating hard.

Max was sitting in the living room, looking at his phone. When she walked past the living room, he glanced up briefly. She was only wearing the towel wrapped around her body.

“Shower?” he asked uncertainly.

“Yeah,” Silke answered shortly and kept walking.

She entered the bathroom, deliberately left the door open a noticeable gap and let the towel fall to the floor. Then she stepped into the shower.

The warm water ran over her body. She looked toward the door. From outside, part of the shower could be seen if someone stood right in front of it.

She took a deep breath, leaned her back against the wall and slowly let one hand slide between her legs.

Silke stood under the hot shower. The water ran over her body while she looked toward the door. She had deliberately left it open a good gap — not too wide, but clearly enough that someone could see something from outside if they stood right in front of it.

She leaned her back against the cold tiles and closed her eyes for a moment. Her heart was beating fast. She knew Max was only a few metres away in the living room. And she knew what Jonas wanted from her.

Slowly, she let her right hand slide between her legs. Her pussy was already slightly wet, even without the water. She ran two fingers over her smooth lips and gently spread them. The water ran directly over her bare skin and made everything even slicker.

She began to slowly rub her clit. Small, circular movements. Her nipples hardened under the warm stream of water. With her left hand she cupped her right breast and squeezed it while she continued touching herself.

Her breathing grew faster. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning right away. But she knew Jonas wanted her to let go. So she let out a quiet, shaky moan.

„Mmmh…“

She pushed two fingers inside herself and started fucking herself slowly. The wet sound was clearly audible despite the running water. She spread her legs a little wider and leaned further back against the wall so that what she was doing could be seen better from the door.

Her fingers slid deep into her wet pussy while she kept rubbing her clit with her thumb. The water ran over her breasts, dripped from her hard nipples and continued running downward. She kept glancing toward the door. Her heart was racing.

Suddenly she heard footsteps in the hallway.

Silke froze for a moment, but kept fingering herself. Quieter now, but not stopping. The footsteps came closer. She heard Max stop — right in front of the bathroom.

She couldn’t see him, but she could feel his gaze. The door was open wide enough that if he leaned forward slightly, he could see her naked, wet body under the shower. Her fingers inside her pussy. Her legs slightly spread. Her breasts rising and falling with every breath.

Silke closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster. She knew he was watching. And exactly that did something to her. A hot, shameful and at the same time arousing feeling spread through her lower body.

She started moaning more quietly. Not as loud as yesterday in Jonas’ bed, but clearly enough that Max could hear it.

„Ahh… mmmh…“

Her fingers moved faster inside her. The water splashed over her body while she made herself more and more turned on. She could feel her orgasm approaching — not only from her own touch, but also from the knowledge that Max was watching her right now.

She bit her lower lip, but a louder, shaky sound still escaped her as she came. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her legs trembled slightly. She braced one hand against the wall while the waves rolled through her.

When she could think clearly again, she carefully looked toward the door.

Max was no longer standing there.

Silke stayed under the shower for another moment, the water running over her heated body. Her heart was pounding. She felt dirty. Used. And she was wetter than she wanted to admit to herself.

She turned off the water, wrapped herself in the towel and went back to Jonas’ room. There she immediately picked up her phone.

Silke looked at the message and felt the shame rise to her face again. She answered honestly.

Silke sat naked on Jonas’ bed, the towel beside her, and thought for a while before she answered.