off course!

The steam from the shower is thick, curling around sarah's petite frame as she leans back against the tiles. Her fingers move in slow, practiced circles between her thighs, her breath coming in quiet little gasps. She hasn't noticed you yet—her face is tilted up, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, her mouth slightly parted. Water streams down her body, tracing paths over her small breasts and the curve of her waist.

She's beautiful like this, vulnerable and unaware of your presence. You swallow hard, your heart pounding as you watch her hips move subtly against her own hand. The sound of the shower drowns out most of what she's doing, but you can still hear the occasional quiet moan.

You should leave. Your body betrays you, remaining frozen in place as your eyes drink in every movement of Charline's body. The way her nipples tighten under the scalding water. The way her back arches slightly when her fingers press just right. The way her thighs squeeze together before relaxing again.

Your cock stiffens painfully, pulsing with need as you imagine stepping into the shower with her. Wrapping your hands around her waist. Pressing her against the tiles. Hearing her say your name in that breathy, affected voice she uses when she's teasing you.

But you don't move. You can't move. Because you know what she'd do if she caught you. She'd laugh. She'd tell everyone. She'd make sure you never lived it down. She'd use it as ammunition against you for the rest of your life.

You force yourself to turn away from the door. The shower water is still running behind you, but now the image of Charline's fingers between her thighs is burned into your mind. You can still hear her soft, rhythmic breathing, the sound of water hitting tile.