What's Behind the Next Door?

Sam woke up from his rest, still entangled with Becca. Though she was gorgeous and an amazing lay, he knew that he had to keep moving if he ever wanted to escape, so quietly peeled himself away and went through the glass door.

The next room, it turned out, was a large group shower. Nozzles and knobs lined the white tile walls and floor, which was also dotted with drains. The were no doors, so this was a dead end, but it wasn't a total bummer. After all the sex, a shower would be very refreshing.

Sam moved to one of the showerheads and turned on the hot water. The warm spray massaged his skin, washing away the sweat, spit, and cum covering his well-sexed body. For the first time since waking up in the maze, he felt like himself again.

Of course, one thing led to another, and Sam could his lust starting to well up inside him. He wasn't getting hard yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time (especially with all the hot women that seemed to be looking for him). It was time to get back to it and find his way out of here.

As he turned to leave, though, the frosted glass door started to crack open.