Almost Caught Secretly Watching Hot Woman In The Shower
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Sneaking Into The Girls' Shower At Show
The sun burns through the tall windows of the gym, dust particles dancing in the light. Sweat clings to my skin, my T-shirt is soaked, and my muscles still tremble from the last sprints Coach Meier forced on us.
Gym class is over; the other guys are already stomping toward the locker room, their voices echoing through the hallway. I stay behind, bending down, fiddling with my shoelaces, pretending they need retying.
My heart beats faster, not just from running. I have a plan. A risky, stupid, but damn tempting plan.
Julia. She’s the reason. Julia, 18, with her long, sun-tanned legs that look chiseled in her tight gym shorts. Julia, who’s always laughing, her teeth white, her emerald-green eyes throwing me off every time they meet mine.
Her body—a work of art. Toned, athletic, with curves that magnetically draw my gaze. Her breasts, full and firm, stand out under her tight sports top, and her ass, round and plump, bounces with every step. She’s the kind of girl who drives guys like me insane without even trying.
I know she always stays longer. After gym, she showers in the girls’ locker room while the others are long gone. I noticed last week when I forgot my backpack and came back.
The shower was running, and through the crack in the door, I saw her. Just for a second, just her shadow behind the frosted glass. My blood boiled. Since then, the image has been stuck in my head, burning through my dreams, making my penis hard the moment I think of her.
Today, I want to see more. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s risky. But my body won’t listen.
Spying on Female Classmates (18) Naked Body
My feet creep toward the girls’ shower, quiet, cautious. The gym is empty, the others are gone, Coach Meier probably already in her office.
I hear the shower’s rush, a steady patter that tickles my nerves. My mouth is dry, my hands tremble as I nudge the door to the girls’ locker room open a crack.
Steam hits me, warm, damp, with a hint of vanilla—her shower gel. My heart pounds so loud I fear she might hear it.
I push the door open further, just a centimeter, and peer inside. The room is bright, the tiles gleam, the steam swirls like fog. The showers are at the end of the hall, behind a frosted glass partition. I see her outline, her silhouette, moving slowly, gracefully.
My breath catches. I creep closer, placing each step carefully; the soles of my sneakers squeak faintly on the wet floor. I duck behind a locker, my hiding spot, my heart a drumbeat.
She’s standing under the shower, water cascading over her body. Through the frosted glass, I see her contours, clearer now, sharper. She raises her arms, washing her hair, which clings wetly to her back.
Her breasts bounce slightly as she turns, the water glistening on her skin, streaming over her shoulders, her waist, her hips. My penis twitches in my pants, pressing against the fabric, hard, throbbing. I clench my fists, trying to control myself, but the heat in me grows, relentless.
She grabs the shower gel, squeezes a dollop into her hand, rubs it over her arms, her stomach. Her hands glide over her skin, slow, deliberate, as if exploring herself.
I see her soap her breasts, her fingers circling, her nipples hard beneath the foam. My breathing quickens, shallow; I press a hand against my crotch, trying to ease the tension, but it only makes it worse.
She bends down, washes her legs, her ass pushing back, plump, perfect, the water beading over its curves. I bite my lip, taste blood, my whole body vibrating.
Forbidden Voyeur Thrill In The Locker Room
The shower stops. The rush quiets, only the dripping echoes. She grabs a towel, wraps it around her body, knotting it above her breasts. I duck lower, my heart racing, praying she doesn’t see me.
She steps out of the shower, her feet slapping on the tiles, and walks to the bench where her bag sits. The towel slips a bit, revealing the tops of her breasts, her skin glistening, wet, flawless. I hold my breath, my penis throbbing, a wet spot spreading in my pants.
She sits, opens her bag, pulls out a bottle of body oil. My mouth goes dry as she unties the towel, letting it fall to the floor. She sits naked, her skin shimmering in the neon light, every muscle, every curve perfectly defined.
She squeezes a dollop of oil into her hand, rubs her palms together, and spreads it. Her fingers glide over her neck, massaging the oil in, slow, sensual. She closes her eyes, her lips parting slightly, a soft sigh escaping.
My hand twitches to my crotch, pressing against my penis, so hard it hurts.
She spreads the oil over her shoulders, her arms, her movements fluid, almost hypnotic. Then her hands move to her breasts. She cups them, massages the oil in, her fingers circling her nipples, which stand out dark, hard, erect.
My breath catches; I gasp softly, too loud, I know, but I can’t stop. She lifts one leg onto the bench, rubs oil over her thigh, her fingers gliding to the inner side, dangerously close to her center.
I see the smooth skin between her legs, the fine hairs shimmering in the light. My penis twitches, the pressure, the heat threatening to tear me apart.
Almost Caught Secretly Watching Sexy Young Woman
Julia switches legs, her hands gliding higher, brushing the insides of her thighs, lingering there as if savoring it. I imagine how soft her skin is, how warm, how she smells, like vanilla, like her.
My hand moves without my will, rubbing over the fabric of my pants, the pressure building; I clench my teeth to keep from moaning. She turns slightly, her ass bounces as she leans forward, spreading oil over her back.
Her spine curves gently, flowing into the roundness of her ass. I see the cleft between, just for a moment, but it’s enough to shatter my mind.
Suddenly, a noise. A creak. The locker room door. My heart stops. Heavy, quick footsteps echo. Coach Meier. Her sharp voice calls, “Julia, you still here?”
I freeze, my body ice, my penis still pulsing, betraying my panic. Julia turns, grabs the towel, wraps it around herself hastily. “Yeah, here!” she calls, her voice calm, innocent. I duck lower, press against the locker, praying the shadows hide me.
Coach Meier comes closer, her shoes clacking on the tiles. “Hurry up, I need to lock up!”
Julia replies, her voice close, too close. I see her shadow moving, pulling the towel tighter. My lungs burn, I hold my breath, every muscle tense. Coach Meier stops, I hear her breathing, heavy, annoyed.
“Two minutes, Julia!” She turns, the footsteps fade, the door creaks again. She’s gone. For now.
Hidden Orgasm In The Girls' Locker Room
Julia sighs, lets the towel drop, sits again. My eyes lock onto her, I can’t look away. She takes the oil, rubs it over her stomach, her hands gliding lower, brushing the skin above her pubic bone.
My cock twitches, I press my hand against it, the friction too much; I feel the climax coming, fight it, but it’s pointless. I gasp, soft, desperate, my body trembling as the wave crashes over me, hot, overwhelming.
I bite my hand, stifling the scream caught in my throat.
Julia stands, dresses slowly, deliberately. Her panties slide up her legs, covering the skin I’ll never forget. Her sports top follows, then her shorts.
She packs her bag, glances in the mirror, smiles. My heart breaks. She doesn’t know I’m here. She doesn’t know what she’s done to me. She leaves, her footsteps echoing, the door clicking shut.
I wait, counting the seconds until I’m sure she’s gone. My body is weak, my pants cling to me, the wet spot evidence of my shame.
I sneak out, the gym silent, the sun long set. My head is empty, my body heavy. It was the hottest moment of my life. And I was so close to getting caught.
