The hot water ran over her, soothing muscles still sore from a 15-mile run earlier that day. Natalie smiled as steam rose around her, brushing her face with its heavy mist. She leaned a little against the shower wall, closing her eyes and letting the water massage into her skin.
She enjoyed taking the time to treat herself to an extensive shower after a long day. Her schedule had been packed with classes sandwiched around her job, her run, and a quick turn in the kitchen to cook up some pasta for dinner. Now, she had some music playing in the background and the lights off, the shower illuminated by the soft line of light creeping under the bathroom door. Although this was a communal, dorm bathroom, Natalie had her timing down and didn't expect to be disturbed much.
The quiet music and the warm water relaxed her; there was something sensuous about the dim light and the way it softened her curves, brought out the shadows in the hollows of her hips. Soaping up, she slowly slid her hands over her body, working in the soap, enjoying the smooth, slippery curves of her muscles, the roundness of her breasts, the pert little nubs of her nipples.
While Natalie had never really thought of herself as hot or sexy, she still enjoyed her own body. She liked exploring, and had discovered all the secret places where the flow of her form was just right, the softness and gentle curvature suddenly exquisite beneath her fingers. She was an athlete, slim but powerful, of mid-height, with sensual hips and small, perfectly rounded breasts. She had a narrow, cat-like face with flashing green eyes and a head of long, slightly curling red hair.
Natalie started as she heard footsteps approach from the hallway outside. Whoever it was passed by, however. Her heart started pumping just a bit faster as a thought occurred to her. She was living in a small, co-ed dorm and the bathroom on this floor was also co-ed. It was completely possible that, at any point, her long-time crush, Mark, could come in... Utterly unaware that he was separated from a view of her wet, naked body by only a thin vinyl curtain.
Her fingers wandered down between her legs. She and Mark were both part of a tight circle of friends and spent a lot of time together. Both were single, but Natalie had always been too afraid to approach him. She couldn't bear the thought of possibly messing up their friendship. She tried to keep her thoughts of him platonic, but sometimes her attraction to him got the better of her.
Her mind started to play out a fantasy in her head. He would come in, headed for the showers, towel in hand. Listening to the music playing, Mark would realize that it was Natalie in the shower. Leaving the lights off, he would creep up to her stall and quietly strip naked. Slipping around the curtain, he would meet her startled eyes in the foggy light, their skin brushing...
He gave her that amazing, crooked grin of his, all mischief. Silently, he took the bar of soap from her and began lathering her up himself, his gentle fingers running over first her arms, then her shoulders, then down her back. He paused, then slipped his hands around her waist to softly rub over her belly. Kneeling, he slowly worked his way down her legs, carefully avoiding going anywhere near her more private regions.
All the while, Natalie was devouring him with her eyes, from his shaggy, dark hair to his strong shoulders and the toned muscles of his back down to his perfect ass. She could catch glimpses of his smooth, tight balls just below his butt as he bent over her feet. When he stood again, running his fingers along her collarbone, she snuck a peek at his now hard cock. Gorgeous.
Mark was now gingerly cupping her breasts, waiting for her reaction. She sighed, leaning into him. She desperately wanted to feel that silky, rock-hard cock rub against her thighs. He was going slowly, though. Kneading and stroking each breast, he felt the exquisite curves in just the right places, then pinched and flicked at her nipples. At last, he pressed forward as she moaned and melded his lips with hers. They kissed deeply, the water raining down on them, trickling down their cheeks, beading on their bodies and washing into crevices. His long, firm cock slipped between her legs, rubbing over the lips of her pussy as he softly ground his pelvis against her clit.
For a full minute they stood there, arms wrapped tightly around one another, swaying as they moved their bodies together gently. They nibbled at each other's lips, tongues entwining cautiously at first, then with more insistence. They circled within the shower, like dancers, their skin meeting and parting, twining around each other with serpentine grace, relishing every inch. He was behind her now and stroked the head of his cock down her ass until it reached the small, quivering mouth of her pussy.....
Natalie came back to the moment. She was slumped against one of the shower walls, legs spread wide, one hand squeezing her breast, the other slowly rubbing up and down her lips from her cunt to her clit. 'Dream on,' she thought pessimistically to herself. She was on the verge of sexual frustration now. She wanted something in her pussy—since it couldn't be Mark, she would have to improvise.
Moaning quietly as she worked at her clit, she grabbed her shampoo bottle and flipped it upside-down. It was semi-cylindrical and fairly thick. Sliding it between her pussy lips, she began to ease it inside, her hips humping forward as her pleasure grew. Stifling a cry, she thrust it completely into her sopping cunt, her muscles sucking at it as she ground her pussy onto it. Her body bucking, she rode the plastic phallus hard, plunging onto it as she rubbed her clit wildly.
"Yes, yes!" she murmured, imagining having her arms planted on the wall above her head, breasts slapping against the cold tile as Mark sank into her from behind. She thrust the bottle in and out of her cunt faster and faster until she came to a shuddering climax, her juices mixing with the water and washing down her legs.
Feeling lightheaded, Natalie rinsed off the shampoo bottle and finished washing. She'd been in the shower for almost an hour. Rather than feeling a post-orgasmic glow, she felt decidedly glum, reality having hit her like a bucket of ice water over the head. All she could think of to do to cheer herself up was to go and hang out with Mark. Rather than torturing her further, she knew he would make her feel better. It was hard to be around Mark without feeling happy.
"And so, round and round we go," she muttered. She loved being around him because he made her happy, but the more time she spent with him, the worse she felt when he wasn't around. "I really am an idiot," she said, rolling her eyes. Why couldn't she just take the plunge? Probably because if she ended up being rebuffed, she might just jump out the nearest window, she thought wryly.
Throwing on a light tank and some silky pajama bottoms, she hurried off to find him, running lightly up the stairs to the second floor hall his room was on. His roommate had taken to spending his nights elsewhere, so they often hung out in his room and talked late into the night. Tonight, it was nearing 1 a.m. She had no qualms in letting herself in without knocking; she had done it many a night, albeit not this late. She didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping, so she carefully eased his door open without a sound. He never locked it.
He wasn't asleep. He was sitting slouched in a chair with his back to her, only his desk lamp on. Carefully, she closed the door and tip-toed across the room towards him, intending to scare the pants off him if she could. Abruptly, Natalie froze. His pants were already off. From over his shoulder, she could see that he had his boxers pushed down on his thighs, his hands at work on one hell of a hard-on. She stood petrified for a moment at once terrified that he would realize she was there at any moment and yet fascinated with what she was seeing.
