The next morning

Slanda was sleeping in her large bed. White sheets were scrunched up underneath her nude body as morning light bathed her skin and illuminated the room.

Last night, after cuming hard in the living room, Slanda took her still very excited self upstairs, leaving all her clothes still in the living room, and collapsed onto of her bed in a post-orgasm haze.

Now, as her alarm alerted her to the morning having come, the nude Latvian slowly raised herself up off the mattress and scanned the room. Flashes of last night's activities came back to her, and a joyful smile grew on her face as heat rushed to her pussy. It took some will power, but she ignored the call from between her legs and got out of bed.

She quickly caught scent of herself and realised that she needed a shower. Walking over to her wardrobe, she opened it to see a pile of neatly folded towels on the shelf above the clothes rail. She picked a long white towel from the pile first, and held it for a moment before deciding against it. Placing it back on the pile, she digged through until she found a small towel, one would barely cover her if she tired to tie it around her.

She didn't put it on just yet, she still wanted a little extra thrill to her morning. So, she grabbed her phone from her night stand, opened the bedroom door, and strolled with her head held high out into the hallway. She strode past Desmond's door, and towards the bathroom just beyond.

She paused at the open door for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house. Not a peep anywhere. She realised she was the only person awake.

She dropped her towel and phone into the bathroom and walked out, back into the hallway of the house, and walked downstairs, her chest bouncing with each descent. Once at the bottom, she spun around in a full turn. Like she was giving an invisible observer a view of her entire body. Then, she turned and walked through into the living room, where she saw her discarded clothes.

'It would be rude to leave them,' Slanda said in her native tongue. Walking to each piece one at a time, she bent at the hip, arse pointing towards the doorway either housemate would use to walk into the room, and slowly lowered herself to pick the items up. A job that should take seconds instead took minutes, as Slanda played her game, hoping to get caught naked and excite her body just a bit more. But alas, not a peep from the house.

With her clothes collected, she left them in a scruffy pile on the coffee table and continued her nude stroll into the kitchen.

She stood at the countertop, thinking of how she could justify being in the kitchen at this moment. A lie she could tell anyone who walked in on her.

She decided to make herself a cup of coffee. If anyone walked in, she could say, 'I was just about to shower, but needed a boost to wake my brain up,' if anyone walked in at this time.

Unfortunately for the budding exhibitionist, no one walked in, she was still the only person awake. Yet still, that thrill of being caught made her pussy cry out for attention.

She returned back upstairs, clothes from last night cuddled under one arm, cup of coffee in the other. She deposited the clothes in the hamper in her bedroom, and then continued back towards the bathroom. She had a made a full lap of her house naked, with other people inside, and was not seen a single time. And her pussy demanded attention. She was going to give it.

Turning on the shower, steam soon began rolling around the room, towards the extractor fan.

Slanda opened her phone, ignored a notification from some app she didn't recognise, and turned on some music.

After testing the water, Slanda stepped under the hot stream, and began washing the stink of yesterday away, while dancing to the melody coming from her phone.

After washing her hair and body, and feeling clean and refreshed; she was ready to feel dirty again.

First, she teased her cunt with her fingers. Feeling the electricity shoot up and down her body with each stroke she gave her sensitive lips.

As she played with her attention seeking pussy, she imagined scenarios of what might have happened if she was caught earlier.

What if Desmond walked in on her picking up her clothes in the living room? Would take advantage of her **** position and fuck her from behind with his big black cock?

The thought made her legs buckle, and her finger dove deeper inside her.

What if Bernice walked in while she was naked in the kitchen? Slanda heard her fucking herself last night, and was confident that Bernice must have a kinky side too. If she had caught her, would Bernice begin blackmailing her? Make her do all of the house chores in humiliating clothes, and **** bondage onto her so she could have her fun at Slanda's expense.

This fantasy further fueled Slanda's lust, and no longer satisfied with just her fingers, she pulled the shower head off its stand and brought the jet of hot water down to her clit. The pressure from the water drove her lust deeper, and she was already getting close to cumming.

Suddenly, Slanda realised something. She hadn't locked the bathroom door. At any moment, Bernice or Desmond could innocently open the door and walk in to see the young Lavian fucking herself with their shared shower head.

Slanda locked her eyes with the door handle. Fantasies flooded her mind. Would they stop and watch her fuck herself? Would you strip and join her? Would they be disgusted and drag her out of the shower to shame her?

No matter what scenario she imagined, her eyes stayed locked on the handle, waiting, hoping for one of them to walk through.

And as the fantasies continued to consume her, the orgasm that was building ever since she woke up exploded out of her with so much **** that she could not stay standing during it.

Down she fell onto the floor. A puddle of cum and water formed around her as she breathed deeply and rapidly, trying to recover the orgasm that rocked through her.

She remain laying, eyes still locked on the door handle, still somewhat hoping to have someone walk in on her, to catch her in this **** state. But listening past the roar of the shower and the song on her phone, she realised the others were still sleeping, and wouldn't be catching her naked today.

She dragged herself back to her feet and shut off the water. Dripping water, she reached for the small towel she brought with her, and begins to dry herself.

She leaves the towel off for now, and reached for her hairdrier and hairbrush. She notes that neither housemate have left any of their things in there yet, so she'll need to make room for them so they know they have the option.

After she finished with her hair, the slight curl it naturally makes cutely framing her face, she grabs her toothbrush and cleans her teeth. After some skincare, she is finally ready to leave the bathroom and go get dressed. Pickup up the damp towel, she holds it behind her, outstretched with both hands.

She tried to bring her arms forwards to close the towel, but found that she can't move them. Confused, she tried pushing her arms forwards again, but cant.

Dropping the towel, she regained full mobility, and bent over to pick the towel up. Once again having it in her hands, she tried to press it against her front, but once again, she can't make her arms move.

The music on her phone end abruptly, and a notification sound echoes in the fading steam of the room. Despite being the same chime that rings for every notification she gets, this one felt different. It felt like someone was calling her name from across the room. And she had this overwhelming urge to look at her phone.

When she picked it up, another message was waiting for her from the app she didn't recognise.

'HAVING TROUBLE COVERING YOURSELF?' The message with a blue box read.

She closed that message and another popped up.

'YOU MADE A SERIOUS MISTAKE LAST NIGHT, AND A PUNISHMENT HAS BEEN PUT IN PLACE FOR YOU.' The app explained, and Slanda continued to read on about the punishment she must now live with.