Slim hips and waist, DD breasts that bounce in all the right ways. Even before I knew I was attracted to women, I loved to watch you. You moved in with my husband and I for university and I watched him watch you. You’d walk around in nothing more than a towel or see-through tank tops and short shorts. He admits he finds you attractive and given the opportunity he’d definitely be into playing with us. The thought drives me wild
At the moment, you’re in the shower in the hotel room you and I are sharing. We decided to do a sister’s night to start your bachelorette weekend so last night was dinner and drinks. I woke earlier than necessary and ended up watching you sleep. You sprawled completely spread eagle, your top pushed up to reveal the smooth mounds of your breasts, just barely covering your nipples. Your left knee was bent, your shorts exposing the edge of your shaved pussy.
When you awoke, I suggested you shower first. Admittedly, I had ulterior motives. If I showered first, you’d expect me dressed when you came out, and I wanted to listen to the water hit your body. This shower is particularly nice, it’s equipped with both a rain showerhead and a shower wand. In the corner is a full-sized tile bench. It certainly leaves my imagination spinning.
I hear the water hit your skin. the first cascade of water hits you and I can hear you moan. Steam is already coiling under the door. I pull my tank top off and begin to fondle my breasts. My nipples are already hard and aching for attention. As I fondle them, I hear the water change, you’ve switched to the wand and you’ve turned on the massaging pulse. I don’t think you realize how the sound carries through the wall, because I can hear you whimpering as the water hits your skin. My fingers find my clit and I rub hard circles as I listen to your moans of pleasure.
As you reach for your orgasm, your pitch gets higher and the sounds come faster. I’m on the edge when I hear you cry out, the sound quickly muffled by the clapping of your hand over your mouth. It pushes me into my own orgasm and I muffle my face in a pillow, hoping you didn’t hear me and keep going.
I hear the sound of the water shifting higher and lower as the sound changes in how it hits the floor. You’re moaning again, I think you’re using it on your breasts, I know from experience how good that pulsing feels on aroused nipples. The sound shifts and your moans change, deep and gutteral, it sounds like you’re pressing the wand against your core, letting the water hit the sensitive spot inside. “Oh, Fuck, yes!” I hear you through the wall. My fingers drive inside as I continue to listen, I’m fighting to hold back, wanting you to finish at the same time. Your cry out again, long and thin as you peak a second time. It finishes me off and I lay back in the pillows panting.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n71mky/sister_showering_ff_masturbation