You eventually find the shower room

After wandering around the corridors in just a towel, you finally manage to find the communal showers through a usefully unmarked door that swings heavily open, releasing a cloud of hot, wet air into the hallway. No one’s here, but there’s plenty of steam, and the whole place smells slightly of coconuts. Timidly, you find a place at the exposed line of shower heads and hang your towel up, starting to feel the water running through your hair. You wash away the dirt, starting to feel the grime of the travel to the boarding school disappear with the hot fingers of water that flow around the cartography of your body.

Shifting your weight, a rivulet of warm water flows between your pussy lips, catching you off guard and making you form a silent ‘oh’ with your mouth. Looking down at the offending stream of water, you see the two globes of your breasts, your tiny nipples peeking out under the thick cover of soap suds you have rubbed into your chest. You absently start to roll one nipple between your fingers, feeling it get harder between your thumb and index finger, feeling the slow blossoming of warmth in your middle as you start to become aware of the first pangs of arousal. As your other hand sinuously snakes over your taut belly over a manicured patch of pubic hair between the hot cleft of your pussy, you slowly draw your finger up and over your clit, letting the hot water enter deeper into your increasingly exposed opening. You can’t help but let out a girlish mewing sound. It feels so good that you have to bite your bottom lip and use all your will power to savour the moment and not slip a finger into yourself just yet.

Suddenly, you hear a cough from behind you.