Risky public shower orgasm

It was supposed to be a normal day at the public pool with my friends but stupid me had to be horny as hell again. In the changing room was a girl, about my age and she had a perfect body. I couldn't avert my eyes and began fantasizing a bit.

The way her curves shifted under that flimsy bikini top, damn. And the tattoos! They snaked up her arms like vines, all intricate designs and blooming flowers. I imagined my fingers trailing across them, tracing their lines. It was going to be one of those days for me, where every inch of skin on any girl within a ten-foot radius looked absolutely delectable.

My locker rattled shut, echoing against the linoleum walls of the changing room. I yanked my sweaty T-shirt over my head, then shoved my bra and jeans into my bag.

I'd been fantasizing about the public showers since I'd gotten out of the car. That one girl with the killer tattoos made it worse, she had this way of moving that made my stomach clench, like a good book waiting to be devoured.

Horny as hell I made my way to the group shower.

My heart pounded when I saw it was empty.

Almost instinctively i pushed my swimsuit bottom aside, barely revealing my pussy. The warmth of the jet hitting against my skin felt great. I shifted my weight back onto my heels, bringing the spray up to caress a sensitive spot just below my hipbone.

My toes curled in the rough tiles. My breath hitched and the water turned from a welcome caress to something insistent. A low moan escaped before I could stop it, the sound swallowed by the rushing spray of the jet. God, this was better than a normal shower. The water pulsed against me.

I leaned back, letting the pressure build, stretching out my legs under me until they were taut in the space between the walls and the angled bench. My hand moved faster now, tracing patterns over the slick skin of my thigh, then sliding further up to cup myself tighter. The water hammered against my pussy like a relentless drumbeat. The world outside these steamy confines faded away, the chlorine smell, the echo of distant laughter from the pool deck, even the pounding in my chest began to fade until it was just this sensation, this sweet ache that bloomed between my legs.

After a while I got more risky, undressing completely and spreading my legs.

The spray pounded against my pussy, a steady rhythm against the heat pulsing through me. I thought about the girl with the hot tattoos, how she could come in here any moment.

The idea of someone walking in, catching me like this, it felt electric. My cheeks flushed even hotter under the spray. A couple? A whole family? Dad and his new girlfriend?

My hand moved faster now. I dug my nails into the smooth skin around my clit, letting out a little choked sound as pressure built. It was all so much better than doing it in the privacy of my room.

Here, it felt wilder. More dangerous. Like something forbidden was bubbling up inside me, threatening to burst free. My chest tightened with a delicious kind of anticipation. I wanted to be seen like this.

I closed my eyes and pushed harder into the spray, letting the water wash over me, drenching everything. The weight of my body against the tiled wall felt different here. It wasn't just about the hot water and the feeling of pressure building inside me anymore, it was about being completely exposed. Naked and exposed.

The pressure built, squeezing tight, then releasing. A moan escaped my lips, muffled by the rushing spray of the jet. I leaned forward, rocking against the hard wall as it started to ebb away, leaving me slick and spent, still trembling a little from the aftershock. My breath hitched in my chest. God, that felt so good.

My heart hammered in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut again, taking deep breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control before I came undone completely. It was stupid, this whole fantasy of being caught, exposed, but the thought of those curious stares, someone catching me right at the peak, made it feel even more electrifying.

My hand still clutched between my legs as I started gathering myself together.

I put my swimsuit back on, gliding it over my still swollen clit.

A rustle of fabric came from behind me. I froze, my hand pressing flat against my hip bone. The girl with the tattoos walked in.

My face went hot again, burning even hotter now that she could see me.

She just stared for a second, then pulled her own swimsuit up over her hips, smoothing it down. She didn't say anything so I assume she didn't hear me moan.

After that I had a fairly normal day with my friends, but the night after I masturbated to the thought of this girl and this experience again.