When I was in college, I would spend at least a month of summer break in Brazil with my extended family. The summer after my sophomore year, I had a lovely fling with a Buddhist hippie poet. He was a little kooky – always meditated before we had sex, for example, and would sing me songs the entire 20 min walk from his apartment to my bus stop. He lived in a commune with about 8 other musicians and artists, who all slept (and fucked) in the same common room. It felt like a little Garden of Eden.
One night, the hippie and I were showering together. Soaping up each others’ shoulders and chests, kissing, slowly moving down to soap up each others’ stomach, ass. I felt him getting hard against my slippery body so I moved my hand down and started to stroke his cock with my sudsy hand as he kissed me hard and deep. Just then, one of his roommates walked in to brush his teeth before bed. I was startled and stopped immediately, hiding my naked body behind my boyfriend. I had assumed the door was locked, why wouldn’t it be?
In a lot of Brazilian bathrooms, the shower is just a shower head and a drain in the middle of a tiled room, with a toilet and a sink in the same space. No shower door. No curtain. We were completely exposed – just standing in the middle of the room under the shower spray. The roommate gave us a little smile and a hello but went about his business at the sink a few feet away from us. My guy moved my hand back to his hard, soapy dick. “It’s ok, he doesn’t mind,” he whispered.
I froze, not sure what I wanted. I don’t really like an audience. But we were also in the middle of something and sex brain was still in control. I turned him toward me so his back was to the sink and so I was mostly hidden. Locking eyes with him so I could block out the distraction and embarrassment, I moved my hand back down. He was still hard. I worked him slowly and sensually at first, watching his eyes close and his breath get heavier.
It started to turn me on that his roommate would hear his quiet moans – hear me controlling this cock. Hear how good I was at pleasing him. I had the power, in this situation. Hippie boy was the vulnerable one. Thinking about it like that, I no longer felt timid about it. I gripped him harder and moved in a slow rhythm – I wanted to see if I could make him cum before the roommate finished brushing his teeth.
Cupping his balls with my other hand, I picked up the pace bit by bit. He was getting shaky and pushing his hips forward, moaning a bit louder. We were forehead to forehead as I stroked him harder and faster and he steadied himself by cradling my face hard with both hands. Finally, he came all over my belly. I felt… victorious.
When I looked over past my trembling boyfriend, the roommate was gone – I don’t know how long he stayed in the bathroom, but he gave us some pretty cheeky looks the next morning over the communal breakfast table.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10tuvv8/19f_and_25m_fooling_around_in_the_commune_shower