You exhale and slide your hand up your towel.

You slowly slide your hand along your thigh, up your towel, along the moist folds of your labia. Your hairless, smooth snatch seems to swallow your dainty fingers and you moan, electrified by the sensation. You slow your movement down as you dare not make contact with your nub, sensitive as it is right now. You stimulate yourself indirectly, letting the wave grow and recede with your body. Harder. Stronger. Further. And finally, you can't take it anymore. You rub your button crazily, faster and faster till you arch your back and cry your orgasm out.

You don't really imagine yourself naked, or being looked at by someone. You're just thrown overboard by the tsunami of your excitement.

You're fascinated by the discovery you just made, though. You're an exhibitionist. A true, honest-to-God, full Monty exhibitionist.

This opens so many previously locked doors in your psyche. Maybe you can find a use for Jake's insanely expensive equipment...