The relentless blend of nude women's bodies all around her, all wet and soapy, each doing their own thing, was a vibe as thick as the steam. Nobody gave a shit; all part of a cohesive-showering group. They were all one group, one unit, doing their shower routine together, and having fun at it too. And now, she was one of them. It was contagious and she caught it, bodily, and in her soul, bathing as buck shamelessly as they were, just a regular college morning before class.
Lauren was losing herself, and being swept in an erotic energy that enveloped her like the clouds of steam from the spraying showers that blew all around her. The erotic pressure coming up inside her pelvis, thighs, and buttocks was more powerful than she. And at that moment, she realized she was headed for an imminent, uninduced orgasm despite her best resistance. She fought to suppress an expression of distress that tried to come across her face. As the sensations rose in her disregarding her best efforts, she tried to squeeze her pelvic muscles, and her thighs tightly together. She placed one foot on top of her other. However, the feel of squeezing her slippery-soft soapy thighs against each other only made it all more intense. As her creamy thighs slid against each other, it teased her externally, as the erotic pressure was overcoming her from the inside.
Just then, the bodywash woman started telling her something, and to get her attention, she touched with the tips of her fingers Lauren's forearm, which she was holding out in front of her. The slight, casual touch was awakening and grabbed Lauren's attention. The woman's striking eyebrows and smile enthusiastically enunciated what she was saying, but Lauren was unable to make it out at this point. While surely something about being almost finished, Lauren was overwhelmed by the experience, trying to process the gentle touch on the arm with everything she was experiencing internally. Just as Lauren realized her eyes are probably glazing over, the bodywash woman finished speaking and turned her eyes back toward the shower for a moment, as her wet fingertips gently slide off Lauren's arm.
Just as Lauren was trying to process the sensations of the woman's gentle touch on her arm, to Lauren's complete surprise, she felt a gentle, wet, slippery hand barely slide across the side of her lower back. She didn't know who it was, but tried to appear unphased, pretending she thought nothing of it. From the corner of her eye, she saw it was just a passing touch of another woman she didn't know, casually walking naked through the crowd of nude bathers to the other side of the shower room. The woman wasn't even looking at Lauren, but simply passing by. The passing woman obviously thought nothing of it other than making her way through the crowd avoiding people bumping into her.
Lauren likewise appeared to ignore it, desperate to avoid showing any reaction to an ordinary, casual touch, just in case the bodywash woman or someone else might notice. But inside, the soft, gentle slide of the woman's hand on her soapy hip resonated in a completely surprising way, just as Lauren was still trying to process the bodywash woman's touch on her arm. The casual and innocent contact of one wet hand's gentle touch, followed by another touch across her hip, caught her by surprise and off guard, contrasting each other. All the sensations Lauren was fiercely fighting to process, between her slippery thighs and raging erotic waves flowing through her pelvis, had become confused inside her. She didn't know what was happening.
While in a desperate struggle to hold back her orgasm in light of the brunette's touch on her arm, the completely surprising touch on her hip was way too much to process. She tried to tell herself, "no big deal...it was just a casual touch," but it was too late. The casual touches blended with everything she was trying to process internally, and it was more than she could handle. At that point, she felt the culmination of sensual titillations all over her body and soul emerge as an intense erotic surge overcame her womanhood, right as she stood there casually appearing to be soaping herself in the crowded shower room.
Lauren felt both buttocks melt into the steam that was teasing them, and knew she had irreversibly crossed the threshold. She could offer no resistance at all as she felt the delicious pressure of an orgasm come right up from inside her pelvis, hips, and butt, and emanate through every muscle in her core. It was now fully happening.
She didn't know what the final straw that finally pushed her over the edge was. Was it the random touch on her soapy hip? Was it the body wash woman's touch on her arm? Was it the bodywash woman's enthusiastic smile and wavering eyebrows as she spoke? Was it the warm steam? Was it the contrast of being under the spray splashing all over her body and then going back into the teasing steam? Was it the exhilarating liberation from social pressures and shared naked camaraderie of a group of women she was now part of? She didn't know, nor did she care at that point.
She tried to try to look nonchalant, continuing to glide her soapy hands all over her soapy thighs, legs, hips, and everywhere, trying to appear as though she were simply, calmly bathing, as she was swept away into another world entirely.
Her individuality and all its problems melted away, taken by a group of naked women. The steam and water sprays were washing off a lifetime of stress, leaving her in touch with a shared sensuality like never before. It was unexpected, delectable, and electrifying. It was scary and freeing. Colors and sounds and sensations blended and faded, and she didn't know who she was at that moment.
Time seemed to stop to allow every drop of spraying water to sound vividly in her pounding heart. Beautiful feminine voices of laughter echoed. Slowly. As she felt the sublime sensations of physical pleasure overwhelm her, the scene didn't seem real. Smiles of other bathing women blurred in and out of the clouds of steam around her. A bubble floated past her field of vision, with the perfect sparkle in it - a swirling blend of pink and blue, with the whole room inside it, as if she were dreaming, and she wondered whether she was dreaming. There was a gentle fluttering, but she couldn't tell for a moment if it was a flower petal outside, or her buttocks or her zinging womanhood, as the warm, erotic energy powerfully flowed through every part of her.
Barely conscious of where she was or what was happening, she had become lost in the neverland of blissful nothingness. She saw the light from outside the window glisten up by the ceiling, somehow through the splattering sprays above her. In between heaven and a world she knew long ago, she came to be aware, "oh my gaaawd it's a sunny day," as if that sunshine were the world and she a floating water drop, rising.
Pulled to bend forward by the aching bliss massaging her womanhood from the inside out, she bent forward at the hips. Her head drooped downward and her eyes closed, as she pretended she was just bending over to wash her legs. Vivid sounds of women laughing, wet skin sounds slapping, and a "woooh" from an unknown person behind her for surely some unrelated, playful reason. The gentle, caressing warm misty winds and sensations of random sprays from all directions were relentlessly teasing her skin all over, while the orgasm's pressure melted her womanhood with the most excruciatingly deliciousness. She could barely manage to keep her hands sliding about her soapy thighs, trying to hide what was happening.
With her eyes still closed, feminine screams of "woohoo" rang out from the cohesive, showering group she was now a connected part of. The sound of feet slapping the floor, and parts of random conversations and laughter resounded. Water splashes hit her from some excitement behind her, and part of a woman's back gently touched her shoulder from the side.
Barely half aware, Lauren did her best acting as a non-orgasming person. She hung her face down to conceal a wild, changing mix of facial expressions; shock and amusement at the surprise of what's happening to her body; pleasure, excitement, vulnerability, blending with the helpless look of surrender to it all. She buried her hands in her face as though washing her face, as the sensations flowed through her, head to toe.
Touching the slippery, soapy skin of her own legs pretending to be bathing felt like the most erotic her skin has ever felt, intensified everything throughout her body. Yet, stopping would have looked awkward, so she tried to continue. Her insides were being miraculously blended as warm steam caressed her buttocks, blew between her legs, and around her face. She hid what was happening, moving about slowly and calmly, soaping her body as if part of normal shower and bathing movements. With what little awareness she had, she realized she would have felt guilty about her secret pleasure if she could only care enough to...but there was nothing she could do about it.
Lauren opened her eyes, still orgasming and dazed, best managing to see with her eyes glazed over, looking almost drunk for a moment. She stood back upright while continuing to calmly soap up her upper body as cover. She slowly smeared some soapy bodywash along her arm, upward over her shoulder, and top of her chest, as she casually took in the scene around her with eyes open. The orgasm was relentless, flowing through her buttocks as her soapy thighs slid against one-another, and her soapy butt cheeks squeezed soap out from between them as she shifted her legs.
Everywhere she looked, the crowded shower was exhilarating for its unbridled freedom from everything that repressed her for so long. Shampoo covered heads, sudsy smiles, and sparkling teeth shined. Soapy breasts of every shape wiggled with enthusiasm. Naked, wet buttocks of every character casually swayed and bounced mid laughing conversation. Bushes and tushes, trims of every shape, beavers, and baldies, were all equally sharing the exuberance of the crowd amongst the soapy steams and sprays.
