Lisha moaned as the hot water poured down from the ceiling in rippling waves that massaged her shoulders and scalp before sluicing off her body. The rivulets that ran down her skin tickled over her self-inflicted scratches and bruises, erasing the ache of too many hours of losing herself in pleasure. In her mind's eye, she could trace the water as it ran along her breasts and stomach, down her back, and then into the valley of her thighs.
The steam filled her lungs, bringing in the slightly sharp taste of the magically heated water to her nostrils before she exalted through the sheet of water that poured down her face. The tiny gap under her nose felt like a delicate thread keep her from choking on the water as it beat against her face.
She kept one hand tight around one of the safety rails. She wasn't afraid of falling with the textured tiles underneath her bare feet, but to remind herself to enjoy the water without trying to pleasure her still sore clitoris or aching nipples.
With a moan, she arched her back even further to direct the stream of water down across her breasts. The water continued to massage her, the flow interrupted by some contraption that cut off the flow for only a heartbeat before letting it resume. The resulting beat felt like someone was tapping against her nipples and teasing her abrasions.
The thoughts of Sorrel came back and a hunger for pleasure returned.
Lisha moaned and bit her lower lip. She couldn't pleasure herself, not until she got back to the room. It was an arbitrary decision, but she had almost found herself masturbating again and she needed a break.
She needed to clear her mind.
With a deep breath, she focused on emptying her mind and focused on grounding herself. She concentrated on every beat of the water against her skin, every tickle along her sensitive places.
It was almost like a hand—
“No,” she snapped to herself. “Water. Just hot water.”
Blindly, she planted her other hand against the temperature control ring. She turned it to increase the flow of energy into the heating rune that powered the shower. Underneath her hand, she felt a little pressure from the hot warning, but she twisted harder until it popped over the safety before she let go.
Instantly, there was a surge of heat and pressure. It wasn't quite searing but on the edge of pleasure and comfort as the stream hammered against her breasts.
Lisha shuddered at the pleasure and rocked forward to bring her shoulders underneath the stream. Leaning forward, she worked the water along her spine and tried not to think about how the rivulets were caressing along her flanks and pouring over her shoulder to trace the lines of her breasts before dripping off her nipples. More rivers of stinging heat ran between her legs.
Unable to resist much longer, she release the temperature ring and reached down to pry her nether lips apart. The water instantly channelled between her fingers to run along her sore clitoris and opening.
Lisha hissed at the pain but her knees quivered at the pleasure that washed over her. She bit down on her lip as she held herself still, not violating the letter of her self-inflicted promise not to finger herself but utterly disregarding the spirit as she rocked her hips into the water as the pleasure slowly rose.
Lisha remained there, hoping that the pressure could push her past the edge but there wasn't enough movement behind it. She heard the university used to have the shower head attached to a flexible hose, but too many people were using it for in appropriate uses that they had converted them all to fixed points above her.
Of course, she would have used a hose for the same purpose.
She groaned as she straightened and closed her eys to look up into the water.
It felt good not to be pleasuring herself until she burned herself out. Even if it was just a moment before she went back into the room filled with tempting stories and that book.
A rush of desire flooded her.
No one know with her being the only one in the building.
No one would ever know.
Lisha groaned as she pressed her slick thighs together. She reached back with her other hand to slid her fingertips along her left ass cheek, pulling it apart to let the water splash through the valley of her buttocks and tickle the bud of her forbidden entrance.
Losing herself, she reached in and caressed the wrinkled opening as she thought about the stories that still excited her with embarrassing lust. She rocked her fingertips along the opening, causing it to wink open and close. There was no way she would consider pushing anything inside, but the heated water was as close to a lover against her back passage as she would ever know.
Her other hand inched closer as she curled her fingers to push into her sex from the front.
She ran her fingertips around her opening as her other hand teased her sphincter. It would be just like in the story, when the main character had two lovers kneeling in front of her.
Lisha increased the pressure on both, her fingers easily slipping into her tight pussy as her the unfamiliar pleasures rose as she worked her other finger against her other hole.
Somehow, the idea of fingering herself in the shower was even hotter. No one would ever know that she was going to bring herself to a screaming orgasm in one of the public rooms of the building. No one.
She froze.
Lisha would know.
Her fingertips quivered for a moment. When she flexed her muscles, she could feel her sphincter kissing the one about to violate her back passage.
What was she doing?
With a shuddering sigh, she yanked the lever that turned off the water.
The flickering heating rune grew dark as the water petered off until only a few droplets splashed against her naked breasts. She held herself still as she followed the last over the rivulets caressed her breasts, thigh, and even across her aching clitoris before spilling out in the palm about to thrust fingers into her sex.
She waited until the sound of dripping faded from the now uncomfortably empty bathroom before she pulled her fingers away. She blushed to herself as she looked across the shadowed showering area and listened for the sounds of anyone else.
Hearing none, she grabbed her towel and patted herself dry. She berated herself silently about not touching herself as she finished. When she did, she wrapped the towel over her chest and tucked it the best she could.
Lisha considered grabbing her personal showering, but she was along in the floor. No would mind if she left it there until others returned. She patted her hips before padding out of the showering area, through the lockers, and into the common rooms.
Her stomach gurgled when she glanced at the kitchen. She followed it for a quick meal as she promised herself she would go an entire night without touching herself. She could resume in the morning, but she had to take one night off.
Just one.
She could do it.