Stephanie's shower

Stephanie rolled her eyes as she walked into the bathroom. Even through the closed door, she could hear her father grilling Mike for the umpteenth time.

“Poor Mike. Well, not really. It is kind of funny,” Stephanie chuckled as she turned on the water to the shower.

Turning back to the mirror, Stephanie took out the tie holding up her blonde locks. Her hair spilled back down over her shoulders as it extended to its full length. She then lifted the shirt she had borrowed from Mike and tossed it into the small hamper. After slipping out of Monica’s pajamas, she unsnapped her bra and slid out of the thong she had worn last night. After carefully placing her undergarments on the shelf so they wouldn’t get wet, she again turned to the mirror and studied her face. After looking into her own green eyes, Stephanie flashed herself a grin before turning towards the shower.

The hot water cascaded off her taught body as she stepped underneath the shower head. Steam had already fogged up the glass door. She allowed the water to soak her body and ease the tension that had settled in her since her father told her about her boss calling her in. Stephanie tried not thinking about him, but she couldn’t stand that man.

With her body soaked, Stephanie grabbed a hand towel and poured some of Monica’s body wash into it, stopping first to take a whiff of it to test the scent. Extending her arm, the blonde woman began lathering the back of her hand and slowly moved up her forearm. The smell of the body wash quickly filled the shower and Stephanie let out a sigh of content. After washing her shoulder and neck, Stephanie scrubbed her chest. The thirty-year old woman let out a soft moan when the coarse fibers of the towel scraped gently over her already extended nipples. She massaged the liquid soap into the skin of her breasts and tipped her head back as she gasped. While her left hand ran back and forth over her 32B’s, her right hand moved lower.

“Mmm!” Stephanie hummed to herself as her fingers traveled over her taught stomach.

The blonde’s knees buckled slightly as she tickled her neatly trimmed pubic mound. Despite her best friend and father being just down the hall, Stephanie couldn’t help but give in to her needs and pleasure herself in the shower. Being as discrete as possible, the petite woman gently slid her fingers across her outer lips. Her eyes closed as she slowly got herself off.

“Uhn!” echoed in the shower as Stephanie slipped her index finger inside her vagina.

Not wanting to give herself away, the blonde woman bit into an unused washcloth as her fingers pumped in and out of her void. Not wanting to lose her balance, Stephanie knelt down on all fours and continued masturbating as the water from the shower head cascaded over her. As the pleasure inside her grew, she began imagining a man taking her from behind. The image of a man’s hard cock pistoning in and out of her replaced the view she had of her fingers. As her body began to shake in the throes of orgasm, Stephanie looked back at her imaginary stud.

“Nnnnn! Nnnnn! NNNNNNN!” She grunted into the washcloth as the face of her fantasy man shifted into one that was all too familiar to her.

“MIKE? UNH! AAHHHH!” she gasped in both pleasure and confusion as she had never fantasized about her best friend before. Imagining that it had been Mike fucking her took away whatever benefit she had gained from her orgasm. If having to deal with her boss’s lecherous glares was bad enough, now she would have to deal with the guilt of masturbating to her best friend.

After having the afterglow stolen from her by her own wandering imagination, Stephanie rose to her feet and uneventfully finished her shower.