Naked In The Showers Pt 01

Summary

The "O" series is tasteful, gentle, soft, artistic erotica unlike anything you have read. There's no sex, yet it is completely sensual and erotic. They are the internal personal growth stories of women, who during unexpected dramatic events, experience an uninduced, spontaneous orgasm from their struggles' culmination in a moment of extreme emotional intensity. If you can't imagine an orgasm that goes on for pages, a blend of art, deep emotion, reflection, and the most erotic experience of a woman's life (and maybe yours), you are in for a treat.

Naked in the Showers is the story of college student Lauren. She is shy and awkward socially, never fully fitting in. One early morning, the dorm individual showers are all taken, and she ventures into the large communal shower room for the first time. Despite being completely crowded with other women, she has no option but to endure the experience, and come to terms with her own self-acceptance in a mysterious social world that has always been at a distance. Her sensual awareness and her connection to her peers are mysteries that unravel all too interestingly, together.

This addition to the "O" series is lite and socially focused, sensitive, sweet, artistic, embracing social awkwardness, and focusing on self-acceptance through sensuality. It's mild, somewhat playful, positive, a vivid depiction of a communal women's shower experience, and focuses on personal growth through letting go of shyness in a newly sensual, newly sexual, newly social awakening.

The focus is on a woman's internal experience. Emotions and themes include shyness, self-awareness, being an outsider, understanding of oneself in a group and social perspective, personal growth, self-acceptance, understanding and accepting one's own sensuality, and the beauty of unraveling the mystery of social connection in an erotic context. This short story is a work of fiction with sensitive content for adults only,

Naked in the Showers

By Stellan Emrys Wild

The sun was just coming up as early morning hot yoga class was ending. How relaxing, Lauren thought, as she caught a peek of the blueish first light across campus outside the window, before the sun would even touch the horizon.

Down the stairs, and sadly to the reality of another college morning, she pushed open the door to the women's dorm locker room.

Her tranquil vibe was no more, replaced by the bustling of dozens of female students who lived in Macadamia East Student Campus Housing. This women's locker room was usually the fastest place to grab a shower and get to class.

Everyone must have had the same thought this morning, considering how hectic and crowded it was. Students were pushing in the wooden door one after the other, barely letting it close. Everyone was chatting while looking in the mirror, hairdryers were blasting, and the spraying sound of showers could be heard in the distance. The high energy morning rush filled the void of the soothing yoga tranquility in her heart just minutes ago.

It was so loud and crowded with students doing their morning thing, it almost felt like prison, she thought, as she began walking down the hall of shower stalls to the left and right looking for a free one. As she squeezed past other students getting ready by the mirrors and benches, she joked to herself that she felt like cattle. She thought she'd save that joke to tell someone one day, hopefully get a smile; maybe even make a friend.

Everyone had somewhere to get in a rush. Yet, everyone was talking to everyone; by the mirrors, by the benches, and at the rows of lockers on the wall. Students pushed past her to get to their friends, grabbing each other to get their attention, having multiple conversations simultaneously. But not Lauren. She hoped to make eye contact with a couple of women she knew from her floor and around campus, but everyone was too busy to notice her.

In the exciting world of college social life, many took to connecting like fish to water. But to Lauren, it was an overwhelming mystery. Why were some women very popular, like her dorm neighbors Riley and Jackie, who always had so many friends over partying while she was trying to study. Was it because they do sports like swimming and track? Why were some other not-too-popular women unanimously liked? Was Cassy liked by pretty much everyone because she always knew her stuff and helped others with their studies? Was it because she always wore a smile? Was it her laid back attitude when everyone else was complaining about something?

She wondered why she was not like that. She tried to be nice, and friendly, but never really was a friend-magnet like so many others. Her latest philosophical theory - was it even something logical at all?

As Lauren walked down the hall looking for a free shower, looking at each curtain closed and students' toiletries occupying the space, she calmed her increasing nervousness by noticing familiar beauty products on the individual stall benches and wondered if she knew those women. She kept her face plain, avoiding looking like she was trying to force a smile for no reason. Trying to look comfortable would, after all, probably look even more uncomfortable.

She very much wanted social acceptance and connection, but always felt different from the other women. It was like a wall. Nobody hated her. But nor was she on anyone's list of must invites to the next gathering either. She was just one of the quiet students in the background. In a world where most women were actively working their way up their social ladder, she didn't have a ladder, and she didn't know why.

As she walked past each taken shower stall heading towards the end, she realized the swim team just got there from practice. They and track would both be there this morning before 8:00 am classes. She decided to wait for a shower stall to open along with several other students also standing around obviously waiting.

Then, suddenly, she remembered she had to get to class 15 minutes early to speak to her professor. "Shoot", she thought.

Lauren knew her only option was the communal shower room, and she was simultaneously being pushed in that direction by a growing crowd behind her anyway. Every other stall was busy with at least one other woman waiting.

As she made her way down the row of stalls and neared the communal shower room at the end, the sound of showers spraying and women laughing got louder. When she reached the wood benches outside by rows of lockers, she saw they were pretty full with clothes piled up and falling off, leaving barely enough space to even put her clothes down.

"Maybe it's not that bad", she thought, trying to calm her own shyness, as she moved passed some women dressing, and leaned to just pop her head into the communal shower room for a peek. Maybe she could wear her bathing suit bottom which she had in her bag, she wondered.

There was a large, maybe eight-foot-wide opening in the wall to the large, communal shower room, with hooks on the walls on both sides, mostly occupied with students clothes and belongings of all colors hanging. As she was able to move her head past the wall and look in, the large 12' by 12' tiled room had four showerheads on each along its three walls.

The vibrant sound of loud showers spraying hit her ears instantly, along with the melodic sounds of college women laughing and chatting echoing off the tile walls, and the unbelievable sight of the moving, wet and soapy bodies of almost a dozen female students standing in the shower room under nearly every shower head along three walls. The starkness struck her that every single one of the women in there was completely nude. Other than the occasional ankle bracelet, jewelry, wristwatch, a couple of pairs of flip flops, and one or two knee and ankle braces, the unadulterated nakedness was stunning. Could she really strip naked and just go in there and shower amongst them?

(Continued...)