Alex & Clémence - Showers and goosebumps - Sex Stories

Alex & Clémence - Showers and goosebumps

... spraying what seems to be all of the city's water supplies on the floor, as if an invisible person was taking a shower. As I make my way to the back of the room - it is L-shaped so I like to go all the way to the back where people can't see me when they open the door. Counting the white tiles on the floor - or actually, playing that game where you have to skip one out of two, I'm almost there when I suddenly see someone's painted toes on the floor.

I look up and there she is, Alex, just a few meters away from me, at the very end of the room, where I was planning to go... Except she cannot see me because her eyes are closed and her hand is between her legs. I feel the heat in my cheeks as I stand there: she must think she's alone, and with the other shower, it's easy not to hear someone, especially when you're... busy, like she is right now.

I know I should leave or say something, but I just stay there, frozen and dumbfounded. It's not that I've never seen another girl naked. We all shower together after practice every week, but never so close, and never while she's masturbating! Even thinking the word makes me blush, and even though my friends all seem to do it, there's something about it that I just find... gross?

As I stand there, I look at her: the water looks warm - it is warm, actually. I can feel a few droplets landing on my arms - but I still notice the goosebumps on her skin.

Yeah, that's not from the cold, I realize, suddenly blushing again. Her hand is ...

... still between her legs and my eyes follow her arm all the way to her mound. Where I expected to see a neat, little strip of hair like everyone of my friends seems to have these days, I see a trimmed but still large patch of hair. Her finger is still doing whatever it is doing, and judging by the slight moans that she makes from time to time, it's doing it well.

My eyes go back up to her chest - I kind of expected her aureola to be darker, given her skin tone - and I can see that her nipples are hard, like little buds begging for attention. One of them is, at least, as her other hand is grabbing her boob and massaging it - it doesn't seem to quite fit though - and her fingers are pinching the nipple from time to time.

Under my towel, I can feel my own nipples starting to harden, as if they were trying to join the fun. I feel some heat in my belly, the kind that I get when watching a movie and seeing a sex scene, right before my parents change the channel and try to look as if nothing happened. While still looking at her, I wonder if her breast would fit into my hands. I'm not sure it would, though.

I'm still pondering as my eyes make their way up to her face... that is currently looking at me with a devious smile ! How long has she been looking at me? I feel like a mouse stuck in front of a cat with no way out, and the fact that I'm the one who was staring at her doesn't change how naked I feel in front of her, when I'm the one wearing a towel.

Her piercing brown ...