Shower

Panting and breathing with arousal, fear, excitement. Trying to calm myself back down. Arousal and excitement from what I've done, been doing, will do. Fear of what actually might have been seen, heard, maybe only heard? By neighbor. Fear of what it means, of how aroused bouncing around in the supermarket dressed as I was made me.

Shaking myself and bouncing a little, chewing my lips. Why am I still so aroused? Right, was going to take shower.

Dart into bathroom, pull at knobs, squealing as freezing cold water slams into my naked body, bouncing off my hard aroused nipples. As the water slowly warms up, I grab some soap and make myself all soapy. Hissing a little as the soap slides against my oddly overly sensitive skin. 'Mmphs, showering should not cause this much pain and pleasure to pulse in my body.' Glaring at the shower head, wishing it was one of those detachable ones, 'oh what fun might have been had, I but had, I mean how much cleaner I would have been able to make myself.'

'Well, fun if had been allowed,' squeaks, 'what's my hand doing? No no, stop that, stop sliding the soap like that along, against, around my hard clit. Is clean, is clean.' Panting, leaning against the shower wall. Hadn't been given permission for another orgasm, at least, not right away, not here and now. Begins counting, distracting self, thinks about how some people might become aroused by math, counting, stuff like that. Calms down and finishes my shower.

Stands dripping in my bathroom. Blinking. 'Did I? I, really? mmphs, well, good thing I'm not in one of those situations with shared bathrooms and like. mmphs. Really, forgetting to bring towel and, bah.' Flees bathroom before might catch sight of self in mirror, not sure what reactions that might cause in me. Arousal, fear, embarrasement at how flushed and excited I might see reflected back at me?

Grab spare towel from hard metal shelves in hallway. Vigorously dry and think of next steps. Of needing to retrieve groceries from car parked four stories beneath me. Before they become ruined from being out in this heat.

Naked in my hallway. Towel now hanging up to dry. Giggles to self as I think about what a view I might have been presenting in a different apartment layout. No windows here, though. Also none between me and getting clothing, nor, for that matter, between me and my apartment door. Shesh, I hadn't really noticed before how few windows I had in here.

Right, so, what to wear, what not to wear. Wiggling, almost without thought, into socks and shoes, wandering over to the front door and peering out through the peephole. Body shaking at the idea of seeing if I could dart out into hallway, wearing nothing but shoes and socks, darting to stairway (no way I'd get into an elevator in this state, and, heck, stairway door is right there, a few steps away, elevator is down a long hallway, then around a corner, many apartment doors away), then darting down four flights of stairs, out to my car (convientently parked right near stairway door, no really, it's like my building was set up to tempt me to do something like this), then back up again. Bah. I'd have to take another shower.

Just as I grab the door knob I hear several loud voices in the hallway. Peeping through peephole, see shadows, hear several voices, can't see them. Mmphs, yeah, no. I'm not darting out there dressed, or not dressed, like I am now. hmmm, maybe another time.

As a certain level of relief and disappointment swirl in me, I idly slide into shorts and tank top. Grab keys and, good grief it is way too obvious I bra-less. Stares down at my shirt. Nipples poking, outline of breasts visible. Eh, after everything that's happened tonight, and the things I was thinking of doing, darting out naked, say, dressing like this is nothing. Bah, no, I'm not putting bra on.

Right. Back to peering out peephole. No one out there. And off I go! Dressed! This is so boring while dressed in hallway! Turn and lock door. Shuffle down hallway to stairway. Were my shorts always this tight? Tiny tight shorts. Tank top seemingly more designed to outline and reveal than to hide and conceal.

Dart through stairway door, and, 'fuck, I've used these stairs so many times, why now do I hear someone coming up them? No one else uses these stairs.' Body shakes a little, not from imagining what will happen in a few moments from now when they see, whoever 'they are', the little I'm wearing, but from what might have happened if I had not chickened out earlier. If I was about to run into someone while naked. What might they think? Or thought? Done? What . . .

What might indeed, and they are past me and gone. Well, anti-climatic. Lost in their own thoughts, eh? mmphs. Well life isn't a porn movie.

Stares down four flights of stairs. Or, okay, one flight, can't actually see all four flights of stairs. Slides down the stairs, or walks, contemplating playing 'strip-stairs', but wearing too little to do that. Sure, already on third floor, but only wearing shirt and shorts, and not taking shoes off. Eww. Bare feet against those stairs. Eww. Gah, that's a dead bug right there.

'Stupid dirty real life. I'd really contemplate leaving my clothing here in stairwell and darting out to car but . . . there's a real life giant spider hovering on a barely visible line dangling right there attached to the stairs. Floor is icky. There's no where I could leave clothing. Stupid real life . . ..'

Dart, or more like walk slowly, out to car, retrieve bag of stuff, and pause, looks around. 'Real life has caused me to lose some of my buz. hmm.' Hurriedly I pull my shirt up and off me, breast bouncing, toss shirt into trunk, close and lock. Dart back to stairway! Dodge huge spider! Jog upstairs topless, bah, 'four flights of stairs, what was I thinking? And how could I do that without looking to see if anyone else was in garage?!'

Resting on the third floor, one more to go. Leaning over, catching my breath, staring at my breasts dangling beneath me. 'WTF am I doing?' Whimpers a little before darting up the last flight of stairs and darts tho stairway door, keys in hand to unlock and get through own door as soon as possible. 'Should have put the shirt in the bag, bah, what am I ...'

Solid door, no ability to tell if anyone on otherside, in hallway, wouldn't be able to see them, likely not able to hear them; slams into door and squeaks. Right. This is the kind to pull open. At least from this side. Shakes self, pulls door open, pokes head out and glances around. Giggles nervously to self, before biting lips to stop the noise. Stupid stairway door is not flush with hallway, can't actually see if anyone is in hallway from here. Mini-hallway.

And into the hallway, bouncing the short distance, no take too long to look behind me to see if anyone back down that way, no one in front of me, slam into own door, line up key . . . key . . line up already, and . . . lock door. 'Fuck. I left my apartment unlocked? gah, bah, fuck.' Either hearing or imagining hearing sounds of people in hallway or in the apartment across from mine, I quickly re-unlock door and dart through. Turn and slam door closed and locked and fuck the apartment door across the way was . . was it partially open?

I'm going to need to move.