Well.... she helped you....

Mm! You pull your eyes closed and squeak a little. S-she's right of course.... this is only fair!

You reach your hand out, and- well, if you're doing this, you should do it properly! You give her a thorough, strong rubbing on and over her special spot. Sometimes the tips of your fingers slip in just a little bit... but that's not your fault! It's just this angle is really...

"H-hey, could you lean back a bit?" You stop rubbing, and look up at her to ask. "It's a little hard to do this when the water's not landing there...."

"S-SHUT UP!!" She snaps at you, throwing her head back and grabbing each of your wrists tightly. She forcefully pulls and pushes at your wrists, forcing your hands back into rubbing her, but now a lot harder and with a lot more finger slips.

"H-hey!" You object. You were cleaning her just fine! She doesn't need to-

"A-AH -- AHH, AHHH, AAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The door clicks, and swings open. You go red in the face and snap your head over to look at it- o-oh no..... no...!!

In the doorway stands Delilah, clean set of clothes bundled under one arm and towel flopped over a shoulder. A-and she sees you! Naked, in the shower with some other lady, rubbing away at her spot... she's probably going to think that something dirty's going on!

Her eyes look like they linger on your naked and glistening body for a second, but you're probably mistaken. Her face goes beet red and her eyes go wide, before she turns on her heel and very quickly walks back out the doorway.

"W-wait! I can explain-"

"AHHHH!!!!" The woman screams out, pushing your hands harder against her soft skin down there but no longer rubbing, and- a big splash of water covers both of your hands! Then another smaller one, which the lady kind of shakes out, and a small trickle.... this shower must be more powerful than you thought!

Well you're both clean now, so you take your hands from her (significantly weaker) grip and turn off the shower knob. Without your hands for support, the woman falls to her knees on the tiled floor. Both of her eyes are shut and her mouth's open in an 'O' shape, hands still pressed against her spot. Wait a sec! Did something dirty- DID SHE JUST--

No, that wouldn't make any sense. Never mind.

"s-someone saw...." She mutters to herself. That's right! You've got to go tell Delilah that it wasn't like that!

You run over to the towel (on the wet tiled floor, which was very dangerous and you regret immensely), and begin rapidly drying yourself off.

"so much for- ghhk! s-subjugation.... i'm a.. a- angh, ah- mess........."

You get dressed in your fresh clothes, pick up your old ones, and rush over to the door. You turn around to wave goodbye, but- she's still just on her knees underneath the showerhead, holding her hands over her pussy. You must've got it really clean. Anyway! Delilah!!

"c-can't believe how hard that first year creamed me...." The quiet rambling shower voice is cut off by the closing door as you sprint down the halls and away from the showers.

***

"Delilah? Delilah!"

It's no good. You've been at it for a few minutes now, and you've pretty much decided that you're not going to find her. S-she's smart though! She probably knows that that was just normal shared shower cleaning stuff. W-which it was. Hopefully she doesn't get the wrong idea or tell anybody....