Switch on the camera

After the brutal gym shoot, Lisa wasn’t just sweaty—she was turned on. Her nipples were digging hard through her tight red sports bra, and between her legs, a huge, warm, wet patch was sticking to her shorts, which were way too small. She knew exactly what was coming next. She and Jan had chosen this location specifically because of the renovations. The “coach’s shower” at the back of the hallway no longer had a proper door—just a large, dark glass pane that was completely transparent from the outside.

While Lisa was already walking down the hallway, Jan went back to the owner, who was standing nearby.

“Hey… there’s something wrong with the door to the coach’s shower,” Jan said loud and clear. “It’s completely see-through. You can see everything that’s going on in there.”

The owner laughed and waved it off. “Yeah, it’s just a temporary fix. An old sauna door we had lying around. The new one won’t arrive until next week. It’ll have to do until then.”

Jan grinned and made one last, extra-loud joke:

“Well, hopefully no one sees Lisa showering right now… the poor thing wouldn’t be thrilled if the whole hallway suddenly filled up.”

Two athletes standing just two meters away had caught every word. Their eyes widened. Seconds later, the whispering began. Cell phones were pulled out, messages flew through the group. Within moments, more and more men streamed out of the studio into the dark hallway—first two, then five, then ten. All of them crowded quietly but eagerly in front of the large dark pane.

Lisa had already turned on the light in the shower. To her, the glass pane still looked like a black mirror. She smiled contentedly.

She knew everything. And she was ready to give them the hottest show they’d ever seen.

Slowly, she pulled off the red top. Her heavy breasts sprang free, her nipples stiff and dark pink. She turned slightly sideways toward the pane, arched her back, and kneaded her tits with both hands as if she were just washing herself. As she did so, she looked “into the mirror”—in reality, directly in the direction of the men watching—and bit her lower lip innocently.

Then she rolled down the shorts that were far too tight. Her smooth, soaking wet pussy came into view. Her labia were thick and swollen, the inner ones hanging out slightly and glistening with lust. A long, clear thread stretched between her thighs as she pulled the shorts off completely.

Naked, she stepped into the shower, turned on the warm water, and began to slowly lather herself up. She massaged her breasts especially thoroughly, squeezing them together, tugging at her nipples, and letting them bounce. Her hands slid lower, over her stomach, her hips, until they reached between her legs. She spread her thighs wide, placed one foot on the small bench, and pulled her labia apart with two fingers—right in front of the glass.

“Mmmh…” she moaned softly, just loud enough for it to be heard outside.

Then she reached for the razor. She knew this was the moment the men were waiting for. She positioned herself perfectly: legs spread wide, hips thrust forward, her wet pussy just inches from the glass pane. Slowly and sensually, she ran the razor over her outer labia, pulling them wide apart with her fingers and shaving every fold thoroughly. As she did so, she spread herself extra wide again and again so the men could see everything: her swollen clitoris, the glistening inner lips, the dripping opening.

She wasn’t just shaving—she was putting on a show. Again and again, she ran her fingers through her slit, pulled her lips apart, and held her open, freshly shaved pussy right up against the glass. Once, she even slid two fingers deep inside herself, fucking herself slowly and deeply while she continued to shave. Her tits bounced with every movement, her nipples rock-hard.

Lisa was getting hornier and hornier. She knew exactly that the men on the other side were now standing there with their mouths agape and their cocks getting hard. She got louder, her hips thrusting against her own hand.

“Oh fuck… yes…,” she breathed, looking “into the mirror” as if she were all alone. In reality, she was giving it her all. She turned slightly, leaned forward, spread her ass and pussy from behind so the viewers had the perfect view from below. Then back to the front, one leg raised, two fingers deep in her dripping pussy, while she continued shaving and making soft, horny noises.

Her juices were now running openly down her thighs. She was so horny that she briefly set the razor aside, leaned her back against the glass, spread her legs wide, and fucked herself really hard—three fingers deep in her pussy, her thumb circling her clit.

She knew: The men were watching every single movement. And she loved it.

Lisa was on the verge of coming—loud, wet, and completely uninhibited—while she knew full well that she was putting on the hottest shower show of her life for a whole pack of strange men.