Naked In The Showers Pt 05

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.

Riley and some of the other women were doing silly shaking dance with their arms out and tushes vibrating wearing funny faces, yelling "woohoo". Other women on her wall were reciprocating and joining in, doing the same. It was unclear if they even knew why, or were just joining in the silly fun without knowing or caring what the back joke even was. And it was spreading, as more women were doing something similar amidst their conversations. But rather than be confused as to why they were all doing it, Lauren felt one with the playful group vibe, all doing something ridiculous just for the silly fun of it.

Mid-orgasm, standing there soaping up, it seemed like it would be the thrill of a lifetime to let out some expressiveness like that, and do a similar cheer and dance. It called to her. At that point, with a powerful orgasm raging through her, her attitude was, "fuck it, who cares." For once in her life, Lauren wasn't rationalizing, "what is the back joke?", or "does this woman think I know the back joke?", or "how would I look if I did this?" The vibe of the group simply gripped her, and it had her. She was in a crowded shower of women randomly yelling "woohoo". All her cares had melted away. She didn't know why. She just felt free.

Right there, with all the sensations ravishing her body helplessly, Lauren decided to let go completely and fully go for it. Looking her new friend, the bodywash woman, right in the eyes, not giving a crap about looking ridiculous, she contorted her own face into a wild and vivid roller-coaster-riding expressive face as she burst into a shimmering, tushy-shaking dance with her arms waving. And while shaking her orgasming tush, she let out an uncharacteristically nice and loud "wooohooo" making a wild smile at this woman. She gave her numb and tingling, still-orgasming buttocks a good shake, releasing all their pent up and swirling energy, sending all kinds of pleasures up and down her body. Her facial expressions and smile were of 100% real carefree thrill and enjoyment of it. She couldn't believe she was letting go like that in front of everyone, and it felt incredible.

The whole room heard it and it echoed off the walls, but it was such a normal part of the scene, nobody else reacted or even thought anything of it. The bodywash woman's eyebrows raised as she took in Lauren's expressiveness with welcoming enthusiasm, and erupted into a screaming laugh, "aaah -- hahahahhahah." Without missing a beat, she did her own playful shaking dance and let out a similarly loud "woohooo" right back. Nobody else even took note, as none of this even stood out in the scene as anything other than completely ordinary. The bodywash woman thought Lauren was being adorably playful and expressive along with everyone else, and just naturally enjoyed some of her own in response.

The bodywash woman then casually moved aside allowing Lauren in to switch places with her again, still laughing, as Lauren did a playful little tushy-shaking strut the couple of steps to get under the shower spray, still orgasming vividly, now owning it completely. Lauren pulled off the perfect blend of maintaining bodily control to hide that she was orgasming, and letting off the pressure with some playful bodily movements like everyone else was doing.

Everyone continued about their routine, nobody suspecting her orgasm in the slightest. In reality, if anyone knew, their attitude probably would have been "Oh, how funny!" Or, "Oh, lucky her, wish that was me", or "How can I get one? Haha!"

Lauren had always felt awkward and inappropriately different, and now somehow she wasn't. The overthinking young lady was feeling without thinking. Perhaps from a cosmic echo, or the change of a path of a star named after her. Maybe she was becoming part of a group, and maybe she was just becoming. In the midst of exploding intensity too overwhelming to care, she was finally relaxed and free.

Lauren couldn't believe she was having a spontaneous orgasm right in the middle of a crowded communal shower. She couldn't believe that right in the middle of it, she just screamed "woohoo" so loud it echoed off the walls. She could still hear it in her mind. And still see the reaction on her friend's face. Perhaps for the first time in her life, she was embracing and enjoying the social exhilaration instead of shying away from it to go philosophize about it later. Lauren found herself, and found herself embracing the experience fully. There was Lauren, for once, without her shame.

After a few more moments of pretending to be bathing and hoping everything she was experiencing would soon start to subside, the bodywash woman, now standing with her back towards the middle, said, "Well, I'm about done...(suggesting she was leaving)...are you?"

Lauren, feeling the spray washing all the soap off, kept her head under the spray to hide what she imagined was her eyes still glazed over and in some state of shock. She responded "yeah" plainly, but in a deep voice which could have been mistaken for "going back to boring normal" voice. Her head under the shower gave good cover. The bodywash woman didn't think anything of it other than Lauren going from playful vibe to normal as the shower was ending, perhaps simply another indicator of Lauren's diverse personality.

Lauren stepped out from under the shower forward toward the bodywash woman who was turning toward the entranceway. Leaving her hand remaining on the shower knob and turning her body, Lauren was about to turn the water off with her arm stretched out. Before she could turn it off, another woman slid in past her with the casual words, "I got it," and moved under the spray, taking Lauren's place.

Lauren stepped towards the bodywash woman invading her space, but casually, as that was her way of saying, "let's go." She got Lauren's message that they were both done, and casually turned to walk together towards the shower room entrance to leave.

Lauren and the bodywash woman did a slow, side-by-side walk, dripping wet naked, the several steps across the wet tile shower room floor toward the entranceway. The two women walked slowly and calmly in synch, even slightly swinging their arms at the same rhythm, placing one foot in front of the other on the wet tile floor. Lauren controlled her steps, and other than her legs being slightly bent and her butt slightly stuck out, appeared otherwise walking normally, cleverly hiding the orgasm that was still reverberating inside her pelvis, hips, thighs, and butt. The other woman didn't appear to notice anything about her walk, not bothering to give it a thought. If anything, she may have thought, perhaps from playfulness, or the stark feeling of nakedness sans shower, or being careful not to slip on the wet tile. Lauren's heart was still racing, stunned that she had just screamed "woohoo" mid-spontaneous-orgasm in a crowded shower. It was all still echoing inside her head.

Right then, two other woman on their way in scampered by them hurriedly, and neither the bodywash woman nor Lauren had any visible reaction to the display of breasts and buttocks wildly wiggling and jiggling past them. People had all different kinds of ways of getting around in the shower room, and nothing about any of them was worth noticing, let alone commenting on. From all semblance, Lauren was an experienced bather here, like her new friend, calmly walking out of the shower room.

They stepped out through the wide shower-room doorway side-by-side, and onto the firm blue carpet toward the wood benches. Reaching the benches, they both grabbed their towels and began casually toweling themselves off, as if two friends who just grabbed a shower. It was no big deal. Lauren tried to hide that her hands were trembling in her towel and heart still racing, as the orgasm was slowly in the process of subsiding. Her buttocks gave a little unintended flutter, but her friend had no reaction, seeing it as completely normal when toweling off, stepping from one foot to the other herself.

Whilst toweling off and beginning to grab her clothes to get dressed, the bodywash woman asked, "aren't you in my writing class?" Lauren looked up and now recognized her. She responded "oh yeah", trying not to sound out of breath with a somewhat normal voice now, and slight, genuine smile that she pulled off perfectly. It was darker by the benches, hopefully concealing any sign of the now-fading intensities all over her blushing face.

As they both dressed at a steady pace, the bodywash woman asked, "What's your name?", with genuine interest to connect. "Lauren...what's yours?" Pulling on her underwear, the woman naturally followed up, remembering, "Oh, you're the girl who wrote the essay on Harry Potter" Lauren, pulling her shirt over her body, smiled and said, "Oh yeah, what's your name?..." as if trying to remember. Pulling up and buttoning her pants and pulling up the zipper, she replied, "Rebecca, I sit two rows behind you." Lauren remembered, as she pulled her underwear on, "Oh yeah, you wrote the one about futuristic technologies." She replied, "Right, that was a fun assignment", to which Lauren smiled and nodded acknowledgingly.

Rebecca gave a warm smile as she said, "well, I have to run, see you in class." Lauren smiled back warmly with a little raise of her eyebrows saying, "k, see you!" as she pulled her pants up to her waist. Rebecca, now fully dressed, grabbed her backpack, swung it over her shoulder, slid her arms in, and turned to leave, while Lauren was finishing getting her things together.

As Lauren finally calmed down completely, and was fully dressed, she grabbed her stuff, and made her way out of the locker room shortly after. She was smiling, feeling like she might become friends with Rebecca, and it felt really nice. She felt like the connection was unplanned, thoughtless, and effortless. This was a new experience for her, and she understood. She kind of had a playful, "oh, that's how it's done" attitude.