Sloppy Seconds

You smile as the warm wet air wafts out of the open doorway, hearing the sound of running water. Taking a few steps in, you round the corner into the wide open washroom. You've heard that some of the more prudish or upscale colleges had shower stalls, or else private washrooms in each of the futas' dorm rooms but you're very fond of a more communal situation. It certainly comes in handy for moments like this.

You spot a red-haired girl you don't recognize letting the hot water run down her body, enjoying the warmth and high water pressure that isn't always guaranteed in the girls' dorms. She's short, even for a girl, at least a foot shorter than yourself you'd guess. Her skin looks pale and creamy, and what she lacks in height she more than makes up for in curves. Wide, squeezable hips with a pillowy set of tits that couldn't be smaller than a DD cup, though you'd guess even bigger and a flat but soft looking tummy between them. Just your type, although with how worked up you are almost any girl would seem just your type right now. 'Oh, you'll do nicely...' you think to yourself as you hang your towel on a rack.

She seems lost in the warm rain of the shower, her eyes closed as the droplets cascade down her front. Your cock twitches as you quietly step closer to her, absentmindedly stroking it with one hand. You notice her moving very carefully, keeping her feet apart to keep pressure off of her pussy, removing any doubt why she was here. You stop a few feet away from her, "Hey shortstack, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" She jumps a bit and gasps in surprise as you speak up, bringing a hand up to clutch her chest, turning to face you.

"Oh fuck!" She squeaks, needing a moment to compose herself after the shock.

"Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you." You lie, drinking in the sight of her body now that you could see all of it, including a perfectly trimmed landing strip of red hair over her slit. "I'm Emily, don't think I've seen you around here..." You trail off, expecting her to introduce herself.

"Ciara," She says, "nice to... meet you..." She seems to lose her train of thought as she gets a good look at you and can't help but to check you out. Her eyes stop when they reach your stiff cock, so hard the head is starting to go a few shades closer to purple. "Wow, that looks... uncomfortable." She manages, dry swallowing.

"Oh, this?" You ask, gripping the base with one hand and giving your other a few heavy smacks. "You're right, you wouldn't mind helping me out with this would you?" She nods quickly. "My hero." You tease, grinning as you close the short distance between the two of you. You step into the stream of water behind her, gently pressing on her shoulder to lean her forward and she arches her back to stick her ass out to give you better access. You get your first look at her pussy and notice it's red and just a bit swollen from a recent pounding. You slip a hand between her legs, and a drop of cum drools out of her onto your fingertips. "My my, someone's had a busy morning." You say as you wipe your fingers clean on her hair, making her blush.

You grip your cock in one hand, running it up and down her well-used slit making her shiver in anticipation. She pipes up "Just, would you mind going slow at first? Feeling a bit sore is all..." She looks up at you behind her with her with a pleading look in her big, blue eyes...