It was nearing the end of the second semester at University when Michael had just returned to his room, from his Lacrosse training. Michael wasn't your typical first year student; he rarely drank or went out partying and typically kept himself to himself and his cards close to his chest. He was also neither your stereotypical nerd; he enjoyed being outdoors and playing sport and kept himself in good shape, although he tended to be socially awkward around others and especially around girls, coming from an all boys school background.
Michael lived in shared accommodation at the University halls of residence, with whom he resided with 2 other guys and a girl, Lucy.
Lucy was, to all intents and purposes, the complete opposite to Michael; she was very outgoing, confident and definitely the most talkative person in the flat. This being said she found it difficult to connect and converse with Michael with their conversations often being short and to the point with no real meaning to them. In a sense she found Michael rather mysterious and difficult to read. She knew he was not confident being thrown into one-on-one social situations with her and any conversation with even a hint of sexual nature would make him go into his shell even more. This being Lucy she tended to use sexual innuendos a lot, whether intentional or not.
After returning from his training session Michael put away his kit and grabbed what he needed from his room ready to take a shower. The shower was in the communal bathroom, shared by all 4 flat mates, of which the lock was currently broken, which made Michael a bit uneasy. The lock had been so for most of the year now and the group had made it so far without any undo mishaps, which meant Michael was confident enough to take a shower while others were in the flat.
Michael set his towels aside and began to undress; he was by no means on overly muscular guy but kept himself toned in all the right places. As he finished removing the last of his clothes he unusually found himself nursing a semi. While no means the next Ron Jeremy, Michael was fairly well endowed sporting a generous member. Michael went about the routine of preparing the bathroom in order to avoid generating of mould, this being student accommodation nothing really worked as it should. He turned on the shower, as it took an eternity to warm up, then slightly opening the window, as the extractor fan didn't work. In the act of doing so a large gust of wind had blown through causing the bathroom door to unclick from its latch, the noise being masked by the running shower. The door hadn't opened wide enough for it to be noticeable and hence Michael entered the shower without any concern for it to be so.
Michael went about showering, letting the water run through is auburn hair. He began applying the body wash rubbing it into his arms and torso, the combination of the body wash and water created a glistening body, which highlighted his toned features. His hands worked their way down his body to his still semi-erect member. He retracted the foreskin over his slightly engorged head and began to clean in and around his glans. The extra blood flow to his penis meant that the sensitivity was greater than usual and gave it more attention than he usually would. His hardening member against his foam-lathered hands felt really good, as he moved hands up down his length. Michael began to lose track of time as he played with his ever-hardening member.
At this point Lucy had left her room with her earphones in, blasting out some Foo Fighters. She was intensively fixed to her phone screen furiously texting her best friend about the events of the day. As she headed towards the bathroom, unaware that it was currently occupied, she extended one arm, still texting with the other and pushed the door open. As the warm, humid air hit in her face she finally looked up and dropped her phone. What she saw was the glorious sight of Michael with both hands on his erect penis as water cascaded over her body. Lucy had never seen him without a t-shirt on never mind in his birthday suit sporting a full hard on. She began to wonder why he kept this body hidden away all the time.
Before her phone hit the ground, the cord of her earphones snapped taught preventing it from crashing into the floor, which would have certainly alerted him to her presence. As Lucy stared through the mist, beads of sweat beginning to accumulate in her cleavage, she finally snapped out of her trance and backed up out of the bathroom, realising what she was looking at.
As she made her way back to her room, her sexual curiosity, of which she lacked none, got the better of her and slowly sneaked back for a second look. This time she remained outside the bathroom squinting through the mist. She couldn't see the finer details of what was going on, but she could see Michael's outline and her mind filled in the blanks. As Michael's hands still worked their way up and down his member, for what was either a really deep clean or what would probably be classified as masturbating, the distinction between the two had probably been blurred in his brain due to the blood flowing elsewhere. Lucy's hands had also begun to wonder.
Before she knew it, she was fondling her breasts with one hand while the other was making its way through her long brown hair. Her nipples began to harden through her t-shirt as her arousal grew; she threw her head back against the wall, arched her back and threw her hips out in front of her. Her fingers teased her nipples pulling and pinching them while grabbing a handful of her hair to contain her ecstasy. At this point she was no longer focusing on Michael, her head was pointing toward the ceiling with her eyes closed as she used her imagination to create an image of Michael fondling his cock.
Michael to had his eyes closed as the combined feeling of the running water onto the head of his penis and his hands vigorously stroking his shaft began to overwhelm him. He felt his orgasm building as gentle groans escaped his body. On hearing these moans, Lucy reciprocated with her own. She pulled on her hair even harder as her hand made its may down her torso and over her pussy. She felt the wet heat emanate through her leggings, as she slid her fingers through the folds of her pussy.
Michaels pace began to increase as he felt his orgasm building. He felt the sensation being to grow up through his balls, the loudness sound of his groans getting louder. Lucy had already cottoned onto this, from countless previous experiences, and had already slipped a finger inside her pussy. It was at this point another gust of wind made its way through the bathroom causing the door to slam against the frame. The bang was loud enough to snap them both out of their respective euphoria's.
This had caused Michael to turn around in a panic, like a rabbit in the headlights, denying him of his release. He faced the door to notice it slightly ajar; he jumped out the shower without completely washing away the foam and covered himself up with a towel. His erection subsided quickly as the realization that the door had been open this whole time set in. Lucy's reaction was much less frenetic, she opened her eyes and slowly brought them down to the door to realise she could no longer peer into the bathroom. She effortlessly withdrew her finger from her pussy, brought it up to her mouth and pushed it through her pursed lips. Her tongue swirled around her finger as she took in her own juices. After this she slowly peeled herself away from the wall, smirking to herself, as she knew Michael was denied his orgasm. She made her way into her bedroom, stripped off without hesitation and threw herself onto the bed.
