I toy my lips and slip inside the bathroom.

I wonder which of my mans roommates is behind the translucent shower curtain with one hand on his length and the other pressed against the tiles of the shower holding him up. I sit quietly down on the toilet and pull the half of the curtain that he has his back to aside a little and watch him. I slide one hand between my legs and start to play with myself lightly tracing figure eight's around my swollen personal place, biting my lip to ensure I keep quiet. My other hand slides under my shirt and starts alternately fondling each breast with hardly any conscious thought. All I can think is how desperately I want to toy his back run my tongue over his dimpled skin. I will never get enough of the taste of wet skin, so soft and slick and fresh tasting. I slip a finger inside me and have to shift to readjust my balance. I decide to dare a little more, for a better view of him and his engorged length and for comfort's sake. Pulling the curtain back a little further, I sit on the back corner of the tub and lean against the wall.

The smell of his body-wash fills my nostrils more now, sweet and musky.

I can see him squeezing and stroking his length now, wet slippery fingers doing what they must have done a million times. I find I have three fingers inside of me now, pumping gently in and out while my thumb rubs at my personal place. My nipples start to ache for more than my own touch, but all I can do I pinch and twist them harder and harder, until I gasp in pleasure and pain. I feel myself close to coming, and I see his hand moving faster on his length. I wish I could have my mouth there, lapping up the tiny drops of water falling from his head. I close my eyes and rub at my personal place ferociously, feeling my muscles contract around my fingers. My whole body quivers silently as I rock myself through orgasm. I feel droplets of water spattering my cheeks and realize the shower has been turned off. I open my eyes and see him staring at me with rapt attention, the same way he had from the passenger seat of the car and in the entrance of their house. He reaches for my arm and gently pulls my hand away from my softness, bringing my fingers up to his face, smelling them for a brief second, and then slipping them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Letting go of my wrist, he pulls the shower curtain aside, steps out, reaches for a towel and wraps it around his waist.

With one hand on the doorknob, he turns and looks back at me. "Next time, if you want some help, all you have to do is ask."