*She couldn’t keep it quiet, nor did she mind. Water poured over her gentle skin and soft moans echoed through the room. My blood was rushing harder than ever and just a touch would have pushed me over the edge.*
In my early college years, I lived in a large dorm with many students. On each floor, there were 15 rooms that all shared a kitchen and a bathroom. The latter consisted of one large room with a dozen shower cubicles, like you see in swimming pools. The building was made very rudimentarily, with almost no decoration and walls so thin you could hear a mouse crawling in your neighbour’s room.
To be fair, my libido was in peak form in this period, as we all had for a period. Literally every sex sound I picked up made me hard, and in a dorm like this, there were a lot. I tried to stay fit and had this kind of ‘alternative’ clothing style that girls loved. Now, I wasn’t the casanova of our campus but couldn’t complain either.