She stepped onto the cold stone floor of the men’s shower room, her naked body still getting used to the open cell bars that subbed for windows allowing the chilly winter air into the locker room. She could feel the wetness gather on the tip of her pussy lips, ready to leak out and down her inner thigh. Her petite five foot tall body was small within the enlarged showers that were made for the imprisoned giant men that in most cases averaged out at six foot five.
The nipples on her 38D breasts stuck out their farthest. She had been described by previous boyfriends as, “Small girl, small nipples upon big boobs”. She hated this description. She though she was quite attractive, enough to see past her shortness. With lower back length, natural blond hair that was just a bit wavy, a finely sculpted body from four day a week and four hour a day exercise sessions that almost kill her on a regular basis, nice womanly hips and a perky ass, she thought her looks were downright great.
She felt like turning on the hot water and allowing it to scold her back to comfort. However, this wasn’t the reason for what she was doing. She never thought she would ever make it to this point about a week ago when interviewing for the job of janitorial assistant for the Merrittsville Correctional Center. In fact, they weren’t going to hire her in the first place, mainly because she was a her and not a him.
Men almost always filled these jobs at the Center, especially ones that would see the employee working within the general population. The job has an element of danger and a man was more equipped at being able to defend himself. Not to mention that some of these criminals haven’t seen a woman in over three to five years, and that the pleasure one could get from a large hand could never match the feel of a wet pussy.
She was determined to get the job. Maybe it was part stubbornness that caused her to threaten the wraith of every feminist in Merrittsville, or maybe it was the idea of finally adding a bit of excitement into her otherwise dull life. Either way this is where she ended up; and nothing would stop her from completing this crazy stunt.
The stunt, thought up one evening when perusing the want ads of the local paper, was to take a shower in the men’s locker room of a prison. Although a prison was in no way possible for somebody with only a grade 8 education such, and was no where near the small town of Merrittsville, the inmates of this Correctional Center were exceptionally bad to the bone and would definitely suffice.
The warm water hit her naked body with such force. This was not expected, but understood as a man of six foot five would need a mighty powerful spray. She had her soap in hand and started to run it over her stomach. The powerful water rush down the front of her body, washing the soap from her stomach down to her pussy, which was now very wet from two different sources. She was turned on beyond anything ever felt before.
