Naed in the Showers

She felt her body become increasingly intoxicated from the flurry of stimuli and sensations, as she tried to downplay it in her mind as "no big deal." Her eyes widened as a naked woman walked past her, casually saying, "sorry it's so crowded", apologizing as she squeezed in to share a shower spray on the far wall with another naked woman, obviously a friend of hers.

Lauren tried to comfort herself by going back inside her head. Holding still like this, she thought to herself, that she felt like a stone statue or something. "What if I were like one of those nude women in old Greek paintings holding a vase or something?" Lauren thought to herself. Although she intended the thought as a distracting joke, she felt a rush immediately come on at the idea of being a statue, and being immortalized, nude, for the viewing pleasure of others for all eternity. As her body was mercilessly caressed by the assortment of warm breezes and sprays and mists of varied temperature showers surrounding her, she wondered what it would be like, instead of trying to avoid the sensations and experience and run away, to shamelessly fully get into it and embrace it? What would that be like - to mock her own situation and strike a pose like an artistic ancient Greek or Roman statue or something? Right there in the middle of a crowded shower room filled with naked women? Did she dare?

Her heart was pounding at the thought, but enveloped by the vibe of pretty much everyone else around clowning and being ridiculous, she craved to let a little loose herself, and do something a little shameless and silly. The combination of feeling frustration, sensuality, and excitement was egging her on to do something she would have been normally too embarrassed to even seriously consider.

As she felt like she was standing there like a statue in Greek pose anyway, she decided to dare herself to emphasize her predicament. To playfully make fun of herself, naked. "How gutsy", she thought, as she felt a thrilling kind of taunt at doing something so out of the ordinary for her.

She decided, she's going to fully go into, and strike an artistic pose, right there, in the center of the room, in the nude, like a Greek statue, standing in the middle of the floor waiting for a shower. It would be an act of personal freedom, to dare herself to do something illogical and risking attention she would never do...just show a little style and sass. the naked women showing all around her can think what they like.

"Out of the ordinary" was something a shy, reserved woman like her always avoided, afraid it would be made fun of or mocked. For some reason, at that point, she didn't care. The excitement of the personal dare to express herself was compelling. She was dancing with the fear instead of running from it, and for once, winning over it. She had the urge to so something she considered embarrassing and ridiculous, and she was indeed, full on, going for it. She was not going to be pressed to be unexpressive this time. And, she's not going to be afraid of the fact that there are sensual sensations flowing within her from the nakedness of the shower scene all around her. Perhaps if she did something a little funky it would take the edge off and reduce the intensity of her now clearly sensual swirling in her loins, at least she hoped.

She felt fear and her heart racing at the thought of doing something out of the norm, but then realized probably nobody would care if she started dancing a tribal dance right there while waiting for her shower...just as another woman to her right just did a few seconds ago when she turned her water too cold accidentally.

Lauren felt her exhilaration in her bravery, doing something expressive with no "excuse", and prepared with the little message to herself, "Go for it!" She didn't know if anyone would notice or care, but she somehow resigned not to care even if they did.

She bent her weight-bearing slightly leg far more, lowering herself. Then she poisedly stuck her other foot forward and dramatically pointed her toes just touching the floor like a ballerina. Then she reached her arms forward, and placed her hands together palms up, and cupped her hands as if begging for a bowl of soup, as if an artistic Greek sculpture of perhaps a woman with cupped hands artistically leaning in a fountain of water. She arched her back, stuck out her backside, and leaned forward as far as she could. She bravely raised and held her head high, and held her face upward. Despite being flushed and warm from a little embarrassment now, she held her cheeks high and proud regardless.

And there she stood in the center of the shower room floor, like an artistic figure, pointing her toes on one foot, heel up, butt stuck out, hands cupped in front of her, and consciously holding her chin up to appear statue-like in her poised posture.

But when she got into full pose and stuck out her ass, she realized she had made a big mistake. She only intended it in an artistic way and as a gag, but being in that pose instantly felt very sensual. The steam and spray that was coating her from all around began to feel like she stuck her ass into a massage of intense warm steam. It was ever-so-gently caressing her stoutly-held buttocks. Her face blushed from the curious delight, leaving her receiving a warm, sensual teasing and caressing simultaneously from both ends.

She thought to immediately pull back as the feeling on her face and buttocks immediately intensified the curious sensualities flowing in her body, but determinedly decided to hold pose, and be out of her comfort zone. While it was a daring heart-pounding stunt on her part and physical and sensual sensations became much more vivid and continued to build, apparently nobody else noticed or cared. The communal shower scene went on with all the naked women in the showers along all the wall surrounding her chatting and laughing and continuing to bathe on all the same as if she weren't even there.

Then, about 15 seconds later, one brunette woman with her hair up showering under the spray to her left noticed and looked, as she turned around under the water. She smiled and made a vivid playful expression with her striking, dark eyebrows, as she laughingly said, "Hahah, turning into a statue while waiting for water, huh?"

While Lauren was engaging in a groundbreaking liberatory exhibition she was embarrassed about, the only woman who bothered to notice and acknowledge it, to Lauren's surprise, responded with a supportive smile, seeing it as a cool and humorous expression. What a surprise. What she had done brazenly and shamelessly, red-faced even, was actually "cool" to someone else.

The woman followed with a tilting of her head gesture and smile, and saying, "come on, we'll share." Lauren was amazed at what a cool invite from this woman she didn't recognize. The woman followed with, "It's so crowded now, people are doubling up," as the women gestured her head toward the middle of the room. As Lauren glanced behind herself, several women were soaping up and shampooing in the middle of the shower room now, and swapping in and out from under showers to rinse.

As the woman moved aside to allow Lauren under the stream, Lauren gave a small smile and responded, "Thanks, it's my first time here. I usually use a stall."

The women moved aside toward the middle of the room, allowing Lauren under the spray. The woman casually announced, "well, welcome to the club", as she continued soaping her body now standing closer to the middle of the shower room with the several other women bathing there at her back.

As Lauren moved her body under the spray, it felt delightfully lukewarm. It was a powerful jet that spread out her all over her body with strongly-flowing water in a steady stream that spread out and got her all over at the same time. Lauren immediately felt the sensuality of the strong water spray hitting her all over her naked body simultaneously. But as she was looking the other woman right in the eyes, she didn't want to reveal her enjoyment, and tried to maintain a nonchalant look in her eyes and facial expression, despite being delighted by the new sensations. She thought it would be embarrassing if she revealed how wonderful it felt, like an outdoor shower in the summer feeling the breeze all over contrasting the powerful water spray. She tried to appear matter-of-fact about the sensations. She secretly wanted to throw caution to the wind and express herself just because, but shyed away from it, and every moment regretted her cowardice more.

Lauren moved her head under the spray, hoping it would calm her increasingly titillating sensations throughout her body. She was torn between loving the exhilarating sensual sensations of it all, and at the same time wanting to keep them under control, as they went from teasing, to titillating, to now becoming clearly downright erotic. The cool spray all over her naked body wasn't minimizing the bodily sensuality she was feeling from the all-over breeze massage, but in fact increasing it even more, contrasting with the her own warm wetness. As her body moved around a little in the stream again, she realized her nipples were completely hard and pointing, but there was nothing she could do about it.

After Lauren was soaked head to toe, she decided to continue the social engagement to help distract and calm her building physical intensity. Somehow it was scarier being social, but she felt braver at the same time. Lauren responded, "Thanks, is it always this crowded?" as she stepped aside to let the woman back under the spray, calmly trying to ignore the warm erotic sensations now raging all over her body. She had the distinct thought that she was 50% of the way to an unintentional orgasm from the encompassing eroticism of the entire scene, but there was literally nothing she could do. She thought to run for the exit, but it was too late.

The woman grabbed a bottle of body wash from the holder on the wall and said, "here", as she turned it upside down and held it toward Lauren, gesturing for Lauren to take a handful. Lauren had no choice but to hold out her cupped hand and take some. It made her heart race even more to realize she now had no choice but to soap up right there, face to face with her, right in the middle of their conversation, standing right in the middle of the crowded shower room full of naked bathing women, without even a shower as cover.

As Lauren realized holding out her cupped hand is similar to the artistic pose she was doing earlier, she didn't know what came over her, but she mockingly did again her artistic pose holding her cupped hands out as a playful gesture to receive the body wash.

While feeling the thrilling bodily sensations and her heart pounding, it just seemed like the playful thing to do, and she just went for it. As the woman got the joke and laughed "hahaha" as she squeezed half a handful of the fruity-flowery cream into Lauren's cupped hands, the mood of the moment continued to come over Lauren, and she brazenly made a funny face mocking the joke and even stuck her tongue out at the woman for even more playful expressiveness. It was so out of character for Lauren, who is always plain-faced shy, afraid of looking ridiculous all her life. But, this woman didn't know her, and the shamelessness of the whole scene, and the thrill of the moment and experience, somehow came over her and had her walking the tightrope.

The woman laughed even more expressively at Lauren sticking her tongue out, welcomingly enjoying the playfulness. Lauren's heart was pounding at that point, and she had to disengage as the experience was way too intense. As she began to smear the body wash all over herself standing in the middle, still facing this woman but back-to-back to two other women also toward the center, she realized the sensations in her body were becoming way too intense to handle. The excitement of making that last funny face and sticking her tongue out at that woman sent a jolt from her racing heart down to the sensuality swirling in her loins, right down to her now steaming womanhood, intensifying everything she was feeling dramatically.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Lauren daringly sticking her tongue out in her little thrill stunt was reverberating inside her, getting its revenge on her, as its ramifications took her growing sensual pressure to 70%, no, 80% of the way to an apparently approaching actual orgasm. Lauren widened her eyes, and blinked, trying to snap out of it. She was standing in the middle of the room soaping up, with the sensations and pressure she was helpless to even minimize, growing in her pelvis, taking her body right toward a spontaneous, uninduced orgasm. She immediately squeezed all her pelvic muscles to try and stop it, while asking herself, "Why! ...from the steam??!"

"What's causing this?" she asked herself in her mind. "Just from the whole scene? The water sprays? The social exhilaration?" She continued to try to calm her body, smearing the body wash on her thighs, legs, torso, and everywhere, but it wasn't helping. In fact, every sliding stroke along her smooth, slippery skin was increasing the culminating vividness and sensuality. An innocent-intended stroke of her slippery soapy hand across her own thigh felt like magic, and she had to stop.

She thought about running from this, but had nowhere to run. She looked around as if to look for an escape route, but two more nude women were standing by the entranceway blocking it with hands on their hips, also waiting for showers. She was thickly covered with sudsy soap from the neck down to her toes now anyway. She couldn't very well push her way through the crowd back to the lockers and start pulling clothes over her soap-covered body. She didn't even have a shower to rinse off under at the moment. She wasn't going anywhere. All she could do was try to stay calm as she felt herself helplessly experiencing an inexplicable and uncontrollable blend of bodily sensations compounded by thrilling emotions.

All different types of mists and sprays caressed and splashed her at the same time from every direction. Everywhere she looked, naked women soaping, bathing, and shampooing around her. Soap globs splattered onto her body in random places from women soaping up behind her. The sounds of women casually chatting and laughing, and powerful water sprays of every rhythm filled her ears. The competitive air of students about to take a test, the sunlight glistening off the ceiling, the birds chirping outside -- all of it was just all too vivid and intense. Rainbows in the mist and sprays danced all around her, overwhelming her. Underneath the noises of the shower room, there was a twinkling, like flower petals shimmering. Or was that physical.

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.

Continued...