The workout was intense. Squats, crunches, lunges. My legs were shaky, jelly after the intense pressure I’d put them under. I wiped my forehead with a rag, took a drink of water, and decided to hit the locker room.
I pulled my bag from the locker and retrieved my towel. The water at the gym stayed hot for much longer than at my house, so I preferred cleaning up here.
First, I pulled my long hair from its tight bun. It ran down my back freely, and I combed the knots out with my fingers. I pulled my chest from the sports bra. It felt good to breathe without its restraints. My chest bare, I got a tickle in my middle — what if someone came in and saw me, bare-chested, standing in the middle of the locker room? This thought only intrigued me, and I pulled myself free from my yoga pants and my panties. My used clothes on the bench, I eyed myself quickly in the mirror. Naked: taut, lean, fit. I’d been working hard at the gym, and it was paying off. My nipples erected in the cold, my legs pulling a gooseflesh from the slight breeze.
I pulled the privacy divider around the shower — which boasted a dainty curtain not meant to keep eyes away. I noticed that the divider allowed inches of visibility, but I pulled the water on anyway, and soaked myself in relaxation.
Conveniently cleaned, I let the hot water cascade down my body. The trickles felt smooth and massaging across my skin. I could take as long as I pleased during this shower — no one to interrupt me, no one to barge in and demand I finish.
I allowed my hands to wander across my breasts. Small, but firm, and hard nipples that bounced under fingertips. I pinched them curiously, feeling myself get warm between my thighs.
I knew just the solution.
I pulled the handheld spout from the wall, and adjusted the spout until the water flow was a steady, rhythmic beating. I trailed it down my middle, letting the rough beads bounce off of my belly and hips. When it finally hit between my legs, I let a moan escape. Oh, God. It felt so good. Rough little patterings of water hitting my clit at a speed that no finger nor vibrator had achieved. It was near scalding, but I spread my legs wider, needing more of the heat between them.
The jet stream pounded my clit while I moaned quietly, feeling my insides tighten up with anticipation. I put my foot up on the bench and let the water hit me fully — my engorged clit radiating with every pulse of the jet.
Just then, I heard a voice.
“Hello? Is someone in here?” A man called out from the doorway.
I didn’t answer. I let the water massage my clit while I bit my lip — I watched the door and saw my intruder.
He stuck his head into the locker room, then stepped in, letting the door close behind him.
“Is someone in the shower?”
It was then that he looked through the slit in the divider and made eye contact with me.
I held his gaze while the water pounded my engorged pussy. I blinked a few times, keeping his eyes in my sights, and moaned a measly, “I’m in here,” forcing him to turn away.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, clearly distressed that he’d been caught peeping.
“No, stay,” I told him, softly, reaching a finger into my wetness, still letting the showerhead pulse my clit. “Watch.” I commanded him.
At this, he gazed through the divider and took in the full sight of me. His eyes trailed the length of my body, from toes to head. He lingered on my middle, noting the showerhead beating away at my bare pussy. He licked his lips, but kept words tucked behind them.
I turned the speed of the showerhead up while keeping his gaze, and moaned outright when it hit my clit. It was too much. The knot in my belly tightened. The tingling in my pussy escalated. I felt a gush of wetness escape me, and I knew before long, I’d be cumming. I closed my eyes and felt the water beating on me. Hot. Constant. My eyes fluttered as I dug a finger into myself while holding the showerhead with my opposite hand, feeling foreign eyes on me. I opened my eyes, just a peek, and he was there — his eyes glued to me. He watched me quietly, holding himself through his shorts without a word. I bit my lip, enjoying giving this stranger a show, and thrust my fingers into myself, two at a time. Two, then three. Three fingers pushing into myself, with the water pounding on my helpless clit, over and over. His eyes, my fingers, the water, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I leaned back against the wall as an orgasm overcame me. Shocks of tension and pulsing ripped through my lower core, and I moaned out and gripped my hair while the other held the showerhead at place. While I came, I dared a peek at my voyeur and saw him smiling, a full hand in his shorts, a hard cock under them, stroking. He licked his lips at me and kept stroking as I convulsed under the water, my hips bucking and my sore legs shaking.
I steadied myself as my orgasm shook me, and replaced the showerhead to its resting spot.
I smiled sheepishly at him, and rinsed my hands under the stream. I stood under the jets to let my hair rinse, and heard him clear his throat.
“See you next week,” I mumbled, and giggled to myself.
Workouts just got so much more fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/suivtk/shower_time