Get Cleaned Up

I swiftly go to my linens, grab a towel, and go to my bedroom for a change of clothes. I grab my purse at the door, before closing and locking the door behind me. I can hear them loudly talking and watching the TV.

I remind myself that I'm in a hurry, wrapping the towel around me as I take the lift. I go down to the showers quickly, place my things in my locker, and make my way to clean myself.

I hang my town outside of the showers, make my way swiftly to an unoccupied shower, and turn the water on. I love how the hot water flows down my, crashing into my hair, my jugs and down my back, sides and thighs. I feel it caress my shaved bush, my clit and down my legs, its warmth comforting.

I feel my thoughts going back over the tines sexual experience I went through earlier, the enjoyment I felt as I was had, again and again, by an assortment of five different guys, sometimes all five at once.

I moan at the memory, touching my hip gently with my right hand, as my mind replayed the experience. I relish what I’m doing and swiftly look around to see if anyone saw.