Shower Stranger: My First Forbidden Touch
The women’s changing room shower. Old-school, no door, two spots side by side. Water hissing. I strip off my loose bikini top. Alone no more. She’s there, mid-forties maybe, curly brown hair slicked wet. Back to me, soapy hands gliding over heavy, soft ass cheeks. Heart thumps hard. I step under the spray. She turns. Green eyes lock on. Rouge lipstick bold, nipples pink and stiff. Bush thick, hiding her slit. Cicatrix low on her belly. She smiles wide. Tries Dutch. No. English? She pouts. German it is, slow words.
Emma. That’s her name. Hands gel again. Shoulders first. Warm, light. I tense. Goosebumps rise. She spins me. Back now. Fingers trace spine, down. Ass cheeks part under her palms. Soft circles. I bite lip. Pulse races in my throat. Like with Matilda, but stranger. Unknown. No words needed. Her breath quickens behind me. Fear mixes hot desire. Legs weaken. No turning back. This pull, too strong.
The Approach
I turn. My clit swells, pokes out shameless. Her eyes drop. ‘Das wäre wirklich super!’ she whispers. Genius, she means. Gel on fingers. Touches me. Delicate swirls. Butterfly wings on my button. Legs spread, knees bend. I grab her firm tits. Pinch those rosy tips. She moans low. I slide hand down. Through dense wet bush. Sticky juices cling. Fingers find her slit. Hot, open. We mirror. Side by side, backs to tile. Legs wide. Fingers dance. Hers whirl perfect on my throbbing clit. Mine probe her folds, circle her nub. Buried in fur.
Tension builds. Breath gasps sync. Eyes roll back. Her body quakes first. Mine crashes next. Wave hits. I squirt hot jet on her hand. She does too, fluid sprays mine. Not just cum. Real squirt. Legs buckle. We slide down wall. Sit open-legged, hands still cupping pussies. Water rinses us. Ears ring. World spins.
The Instant
Door creaks. We missed the lock. Christine stands, hands on hips, laughing. ‘At least it’s not boring here!’ Thighs snap shut too late. Shame floods. But thrill lingers. We stand, rinse, laugh it off. She strips. Flat chest, pierced dark nips. Tattoos everywhere. Emma licks her fingers clean. Bold. I crave that taste. But hold back.
Emma waves bye. I dress, dazed. Lunch later, her with her man. Christine and her tattooed giant hubby nearby. They invite moto ride. Leather on, we roar out. Wind whips. But inside, changed. That shower. First time fingering a stranger to squirt. Public. Raw. No names before touch. Innocence cracked wide. Heart still pounds remembering. New hunger awakened. No going back.
