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….