Author's Note: This story takes place the day after the previous story. Thank you all for the emails, comments and kind and encouraging words. I'm glad you have followed their strange journey with me and hope you enjoy this next chapter of their crazy adventures.
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I went into work early for two reasons. First, I have always found it to be my most productive time of day. I can normally get more done in the first uninterrupted hour of the day than I can in all the remaining hours together. And the second reason, it was well before anyone else came into the office. Which meant it was my best time to use the awkward new bathroom without running into anyone.
I figured I might as well take advantage of the quiet and pee in private. As private as peeing into an open waterfall in the middle of a room can be.
I walked into the bathroom and observed the new setup. It was a beautiful design. Elegant marble, incredible details on the sculpted waterfall. It was just so incredibly strange at the same time. Quickly I unzipped my fly and wasted no time pulling out my penis. I knew I was alone, but still, I couldn't shake this paranoid feeling anyone could walk in at any time.
My stream did not come easily. The quicker I tried to go, the longer it took. I took a few deep breaths and tried my best to relax. I probably stood there for over a minute with my dick in my hands before any progress was made. Eventually a few drops fell and turned into small trickle, before forming a resounding and confident stream. If this is how hard it is to go by my myself, I didn't see how it would be possible with others around.
As I shook off the last few drops from my tip, I heard the feint sound of water in the distance. Was there some other waterfall I didn't know about? My mind wouldn't let this audible mystery go, so I finally went to follow the sound of the flowing water. I walked toward the small hallway and turned the corner. Before I even saw the noise's source, I quickly remembered there was a shower in this new crazy bathroom concept.
I continued around the corner just to satisfy my curiosity completely. The room was dimly lit, steamy and had a peaceful rainfall like shower flowing in the center. There was a fleshy silhouette hidden in the mist and I took a step forward without even thinking about it.
"Oh god. What do you want now, Jason?" I instantly recognized the voice as Courtney's.
I was completely speechless, and despite my better judgement, found myself walking closer.
"Did you come in here to shower or is the waterfall urinal not enough fun for you so wanted to pee in a new room?" She asked, gesturing toward my waist.
I looked down and realized I never put my penis away. Fuck! What the hell was wrong with me? "I didn't come here to shower." I said defensively. "Or pee."
"So you came here to watch me shower with your dick out? That's even worse. Jesus, that's super creepy." She said, despite her anger she seemed to be enjoying this.
"I didn't come here to watch you either." I said and already saw where this was going.
"Well now that you're here you better actually shower, or else I'll tell everyone you spied on me in the shower with your dick out." She had a sly smile on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.
I was trapped. "Guess I wanted a quick shower before work after all." I said through gritted teeth.
"Thought so." Her conceited smile was so smug it made me sick.
I quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt, took off my undershirt and carefully placed them both on a bench to the side. I felt like a cheesy Chip and Dale dancer wearing only my black pants, no shirt and dick still hanging out of my fly. I unbuckled my belt and removed my remaining clothes and set them on the bench as well.
Courtney was lightly chuckling as she watched the whole humiliating show. I turned toward her, nothing covering me up at all. I felt so exposed. With each step I felt my thick, dangling cock swing like a pendulum, and bounce against my legs less and less as it slowly grew harder the closer I got. It wasn't sticking out completely, but was awkwardly noticeable nonetheless.
Finally I stepped into the center next to her and felt the flowing hot water wash over my fully exposed body. She was mostly in a fog of shadows and steam, but I felt like she could see every inch of me clearly.
She turned away and to the side. Even if it was brighter in here I don't think I'd be able to see anything too revealing. It was mesmerizing to watch her hands lightly slide over her shoulders and rub her neck.
"Are you just going to stand there like a creep, or are you going to wash yourself?" She asked without even looking at me. Clearly she knew I hadn't planned on showering.
"Uhh." I stood there fumbling for something to say. "I forgot to bring soap."
Even in the dim light with her looking away from me, I knew she rolled her eyes. "You really are pathetic." She snickered. "You can use mine."
I saw her flowery smelling bottle of body wash on the floor next to her. I wasn't thrilled about smelling like a bouquet of flowers, but I was already in too deep to back out now.
"Do me a favor. If you're going to use my soap, at least wash my back." She said.
"Excuse me?" I asked, clearly afraid of all the ways this could go south.
"My arms are sore from my workout. I can barely raise them." Courtney took a step closer to me and turned around so her backside was nearly bumping into me. She brushed her hair off the back of her shoulders to the front. "If you want to borrow my soap, just wash my back first. And don't be a fucking pervert about it."
I bent over to pick up the bottle of body wash off the floor and my head got dangerously close to her behind in the process. Everything this girl did seemed to be a trap. I tried my best to be cautious, but seeing as how my face nearly grazed her butt, I knew I was already in over my head.
"I'm surprised you didn't fart on me just now." I said jokingly trying to calm my nerves.
"I tried, but didn't have one ready." She said, which I truly didn't know if she was joking or completely serious. "Just get my upper back and a little in the middle."
I poured the flowery scented gel into my hands and worked up a lather as I stared at her backside mostly hidden in the dim light. I noticed the shape of her back taper into her beautiful, curvy hips. An incredible mix of looking naturally feminine while still clearly being in great shape. I could barely make out the start of her crack that formed below her spine and disappeared into the steamy darkness.
I hated this woman, but I couldn't deny she was attractive.
"Are you jerking off back there? What's the hold up?" She said impatiently.
"Just working up a lather. Don't get your panties in a bunch." I said, realizing how stupid I sounded and also how much the sound of working up a lather actually did sound like jerking off with a lot of lube.
