I Swear She Does It On Purpose
“I Swear She Does It On Purpose”
I ran back to the dorm, eagerly anticipating a refreshing shower after my jog. As I approached our room, I noticed the bathroom light on, which usually meant one of us was in the shower. I didn’t think much of it, assuming it was Brea.
Upon entering, I called out, “Hey, is anyone in there?” but received no reply. I reached for the doorknob, preparing to knock when I noticed the door slightly ajar, unlike our usual habit of closing it when someone showered. Curiosity piqued, I pushed it open just enough to peer inside.
What I saw made my breath hitch. Brea, naked and soapy, was leaning against the tile, her hands roving over her body as she moaned softly. Her beautiful breasts, wet and glistening, were topped with hard pink nipples. I couldn’t help but stare, utterly enthralled by the sight of my usually reserved roommate in such an intimate, vulnerable moment.
As if sensing my presence, Brea opened her eyes, locking onto mine through the crack of the door. For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other, the steam from the shower filling the space between us. Then, with a sly smile, she continued her sensual touches, clearly not bothered by my intrusion.
A surge of arousal coursed through me as I watched, my own hand sneaking beneath my shorts to stroke my clit through my soaked panties. Brea’s moans grew louder, more frequent, and I found myself matching the rhythm, imagining my fingers plunging into her tight heat instead of my own.
The sound of the shower abruptly changing to a gentler patter snapped me back to reality. Brea was ending her session, and I had to act fast to avoid being caught. I hastily pulled my hand away and quickly stepped back, trying to compose myself.
As Brea emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped around her curves, I greeted her with an innocent smile. “Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No worries at all,” Brea replied casually, seemingly unfazed by my unplanned peekshow. “I was just finished up anyway. You go ahead and get in there.”
I nodded, relieved, and made my way into the now steamy bathroom. As I turned the knob for the shower, I caught Brea’s gaze lingering on my zipper, which had slipped down during my scandalous self-play. “Everything okay over there?” she asked, her tone sugary sweet.
I just laughed, pulling my jeans back into place, and replied, “Yeah, all good. Just ready to rinse off.”
As I stepped under the luxurious spray, I couldn’t shake the memory of what I’d just witnessed – and the intense pleasure it had brought me. Perhaps it was time for Brea and me to explore this unspoken connection further, in the privacy of our dorm room shower, of course. For now, I savored the afterglow, letting the water wash away not just the sweat from my run but the lingering heat of my forbidden fantasy.
