Yes

The sex had been good, but Jenna NEEDED a real release. Locking the bathroom door behind her, she turned the shower on, and quickly stripped out of what remained of her clothes. She'd been tempted to jump in the water with her top on, allowing the water to plaster it tight to her chest like she was in a wet t-shirt contest, but she had just about managed to control herself.

Instead, she waited for the water to warm up, but only because she knew that a cold shower would have only pushed her desperately needed orgasm further away. With one hand she felt the water for temperature, whilst the other mindlessly groped one of her DD boobs. They were always erogenous zones for her, and right now they were so sensitive that just squeezing them herself made her grit her teeth and moan.

The millisecond that Jenna thought the water was warm enough, she threw the shower door open and leapt inside. Pattering raindrops landed on her pale chest, sending tingles throughout her body, before she snatched the showerhead off it's hook. Her hand trembled as she brought it down to her side. Her breathing quickened, nostrils flaring as she prepared to chase her hurriedly escaping climax.

Drops climbed her body as she tilted the showerhead in her hand, driving the flow of warm water higher and higher up her legs. When the first splashes of gently pulsing water fell against her labia. her legs instantly turned to jelly, forcing her to catch herself on the shower wall with her free hand. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. After only a moment to steady herself, she tilted her hand again to push the flow ever higher.

The steady advance of the water made Jenna's whole body tremble, anticipation building inside her. A twitch like she'd been struck by lightning shot through her as soon as a single stray drop splashed against her hard clit. Regaining her composure, she persevered on her upward journey, allowing the water to splash against her sensitive parts, even as it made her convulse in pleasure. The only part of her that held steady was her right hand, angling the showerhead directly at her unbearably tender loins.

Just the pulsing drumbeat of the showerhead made Jenna's knees knock together. Water splashed rhythmically against her pussy, that was so sensitive it was almost sore. Chill metal brushed against her inner thighs as she pushed the handle between her legs, straddling it like she was riding a hobby horse. With one hand occupied holding the source of her pleasure in place, the other moved to explore her own body.

First, she groped one of her heavy breasts, it's softness filling her palm, before sliding her hand down her smooth stomach. Her fingertips brushed over and through her wet bush, to her hot hole waiting beneath. Hot shower water mixed with her own gushing fluids, thoroughly lubricating her fingers before they even found their way to the entrance to her box. The shower beat against the back of her hand as she slipped first one, and then two digits into her eager pussy, slowly fingering herself as her eyelids fluttered shut once more.

When she closed her eyes, she was on the porch again. She was still being a dirty girl for her customer, giving him her box as well as his package. Vividly, she pictured being bent over the porch's wooden handrail on a steamy day. The splashing up of water onto her chest from between her legs felt like hot drops of summer rain, tingling on her skin as she was fucked with her face to the raging elements. Storm clouds swirled ahead of her as her customer brutishly used her body, her plunging fingers matching his imagined thrusts.

In the shower, Jenna's breathing quickened. Her vivid imagination, her adventuring fingers, the constant drumbeat of the water, they were all rapidly finishing off the job that her boyfriend had started. She only needed a little more, and she'd be done.

Back on the porch, Jenna pushed herself back against her imaginary partner. She rocked her hips in time with his unreal thrusts, trying to clap her ass back against him even though he wasn't really there. She could still almost feel him grabbing her, as her daydream lover did everything to her that she secretly wanted but never told David about. Overhead, the storm clouds seemed to darken, the rain got heavier, and she could feel the vibrations of creeping thunder in her trembling knees.

She knew who was behind her now, she could picture every chiseled detail of his body, even though she knew she shouldn't. The immoral thoughts she'd had when she'd gotten in her car earlier came flooding back, as she fingered herself thinking about a man she hated. Her orgasm raced in as she pictured him, almost taking her off guard by how suddenly it arrived.

Just before she came, she committed her final mistake. A mortal sin, in a single name.

"Tommy," she whispered, before her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees in a shuddering orgasm. The showerhead bounced off the tile, coming free of her trembling hand and spraying a plume of water into the air, like a squirting fountain to celebrate her almost-squirting orgasm.

All Jenna could do for a while was kneel there, and let the water spray over her, taking it all over her blissful face and heavy chest like she was being sprayed with something else. Once she finally caught her breath, she reached out a trembling hand and tilted the showerhead down between her legs again, this time to actually wash herself up.

In a kneeling position, Jenna hosed herself down. Sweat, water, and sticky girlcum flowed down the drain as she slowly made herself presentable. Eventually, her legs recovered enough that she could control them, and she managed to **** herself to stand. Knocking off the showerhead, she hung it up with a trembling hand, and slid open the steamed-up glass shower door.

Only once she got out of the shower, did guilt set in. She'd felt bad enough needing to masturbate without her boyfriend knowing, doing it while thinking about his old bully made her feel awful. She tried to rationalize that he had just popped into her mind because she'd met him that day, but she couldn't convince herself that such an innocent excuse was the truth.

There was another reason why she'd thought of him, and why she'd felt so good once she had, but Jenna couldn't quite put it into words yet. While she dried herself off, she tried not to think about it.

It had just been a stupid mistake in a moment of passion, people called their partners by the wrong name all the time, at least she hadn't said it in front of David. All these excuses and rationalizations swirled around her head as she rubbed the towel down her wet chest and over her long legs. By the time she was dry again, she'd convinced herself that it was just a moment of weakness; not a big deal at all really.

Everything would be fine, just so long as she didn't see Tommy ever again.