High Voltage:Let it outFW
From Create Your Own Story
The other girls were still in the suite but I didn't care. Plus, could they really hear me over the sound of the water? If I was about to plunge into my first female orgasm, I wasn't going to let anything stop me from enjoying it. I continued to let the water do the work and squealed quietly. I felt a strange, unusual presence building inside of me. My knees started to become weak. I clenched my legs together around the shower head and let go. It stayed in place and I ran my hands through my hair before letting them play with my breasts.
I twisted my legs back and forth to force the little streams of water to move around. I felt glorious, but was this it? Was the moment coming? I grabbed the shower head and spread my legs, once again moving the water in tight circles. "Fuck!" I cursed as my mouth flew open. The sensation between my legs felt felt great, but it didn't feel complete. Was there more?
As if in answer to my question, it seemed as if every nerve in my body tingled. I groaned in delight as my body shuddered. I continued to press the shower head into myself as I became overcome with pleasure laughter. It seemed as if I had become even more sensitive, and I felt like I could feel each and every droplet of water as it caressed and stimulated my skin, causing an uncontrollable release of laughter and smiles.
I returned the shower head to its holder and threw my hands in the air as if I had just scored a touchdown. That was amazing! I basked in the warm water of the shower for a few more minutes before composing myself and stepping out of the shower. I dried myself off in front of the mirror. I could tell my face was still flush from the excitement, and for the first time in all the times I've looked in the mirror, I had a genuine smile on my face. The body might be Lauren's, but that was my smile.
I realized I had not brought in any new clothes with me, and I wrapped the towel around my chest, covering my entire body with its width. I grabbed my caddy and practically skipped back to my room.
Should I:
