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.