Lather, Rinse, Repeat - Sex Stories

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

... started to spread through her body and mind, while her fingers glided through her pubes and pussy lips. This time she could feel that her clitoris had emerged from its daily hibernation, craving attention. The lubricating gel allowed her finger to rub and massage her clit comfortably, working it in and out and side to side, all within the thick white foamy lather.

When she opened her eyes this time it was clear that all the women in the room were now transfixed on this young lady masturbating in the corner. Some were touching their own vulvas, some massaging a breast or teasing a nipple, but none could take their eyes off the girl in the corner.

Carla couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to. This gel was making her feel so erotic, and it was such a thrill to see others were following her lead. Who knew that applying medication could be so arousing?

The shower had long since stopped but Carla kept going. She, and a few other women, had begun to make involuntary guttural sounds as the euphoria built inside. That familiar switch, from physical to emotional pleasure happened and Carla was beyond the point of no return. Her orgasm tumbled like a wave, over and over, crashing down on her body and flooding her mind with such an energetic release that she vocalised a sound that only ...

... ever happens during her most intense climaxes.

As she peaked her whole body trembled and her legs shook, causing her to partially collapse to the wet room floor. The sounds of the room, seemingly muffled over the last few minutes, suddenly became pin-sharp again as she her composure returned and she was able to hear and witness two or three other women experiencing orgasms of their own.

Now that the show was over, many of the women began to leave the shower room, one by one. Others had started to filter in, oblivious to the spectacle that Carla had just provided.

Carla rinsed off her soapy, juicy vulva and gathered up her bottles. Her towel was still there on the hooks, but instead of wrapping it around herself, she simply slung it over her shoulder and walked naked into the changing cubicle area. A few lucky men and boys caught a glimpse of her before she disappeared into her cubicle to get dressed. But none were as lucky as the women who shared her experience in the shower.

Carla noticed there was an expiry date on the side of the gel bottle but knew it would be used up well before then. Whatever was in the gel, it did more than scratch an itch. When, previously, she dreaded swimming at an indoor pool, full of irritating chemicals and chlorine, now she was looking forward to her next swim.