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She was helpless but to stand there as she felt this sensual warm, steamy mist coming up all over her body. She noticed tiny droplets of water from the mist in that room collecting on every inch of her skin, as she felt like she was being coated all over in the most surreal experience. She looked down to admire the thousands of tiny droplets on her arm, as if to try to rationalize away the fact that her thighs, buttocks, and womanhood were receiving the same treatment. It was embarrassing, and also sensual, as she stood there debating whether she could allow herself to enjoy it.
Looking over the shoulder of the brunette standing in front of her, the brunette’s blonde friend caught Lauren’s eye. The blonde got under the last shower available, and was giving the brunette a look of sympathy with a pouting sad face. The blonde then suddenly instantly turned her frownface into a mocking face and stuck her tongue out teasingly at the brunette, and then laughed. Although not meant for Lauren, Lauren got a little shock from the surprise of seeing the woman’s face go instantly from sympathizing to ridiculously mocking, obviously teasing all along. Lauren’s face flushed with the embarrassment that she fell for a gag not even intended for her, like a leaf in the wind of the emotional games only others get to play.
Lauren wondered, “Who is this laughing, confident blonde sticking her tongue at her friend and being the center of attention?” Oh, of course, that’s Riley, she recognized, as the short, vibrant blonde pushed her hair away from her face under the shower stream, laughing as per usual. Riley is her dorm floor neighbor, and pretty much the most popular woman on the floor. She was pretty, flirty, social, cool everything Lauren was not. Lauren at times wanted to be like her, and tried to be, and with each try she failed miserably.
You can’t fake that type of social popularity. Riley probably grew up with funny, cool parents and many siblings, while Lauren was an only child.
Standing in the middle of the shower room, Lauren became very aware of the warm, wet, steamy breeze blowing all over her body from all the surrounding showers. The breeze was being instigated partly from a highup, pushedopen window near the ceiling. The window was too high for anyone to see in, but somehow a warm spring morning breeze came in, danced around the room, combined with the mist from the shower sprays, and was caressing her freshly, helplessly naked and sensitive body. There was nothing she could do about it anyway, but as she started to embrace the experience, she was increasingly thinking it all felt kind of nice.
Lauren smiled to herself slightly at the irony, of battling both her own nervousness, and these unexpectedly vivid sensual experience. But it was more than just the physical. There was a vibe in that shower room, of women who knew each other, all laughing together, chatting it was a group. If someone called out, “hey did anyone get the math 302 assignment?”, several students would naturally respond, like a shared conversation and group energy. If something funny happened, they would all laugh. There was a vibe of togetherness, and equality. She was a little jealous of how cool it seemed a group against the world, taking on college life together.
Everyone knew Riley; playful, popular, and attractive. Of course, as usual, she was clowning around spraying soapy water at the woman next to her, who Lauren suspected was probably Alyssa from Econ but she wasn’t sure as she partially had her head turned. Meanwhile, she realized the two women standing around waiting behind her might be Jen and K.C. from track women she knew from around but wasn’t particularly close to either. Not that she would’ve minded being friends, it just never happened. It would have been way too awkward for Lauren to turn around now and start a conversation there naked. Besides, they seemed to be into an intense conversation between themselves behind her. She was reminded again how crowded it, naked women soaping and shampooing everywhere she looked. one woman was even shampooing her friend’s head for her while saying something, as her friend held a bottle.
Riley caught Lauren’s eye again, now playfully reaching over and spanking the butt of the woman showering two over from her, Brit. Brit playfully spat back a mouthful of water laughingly, showing all her teeth without selfconsciousness. Lauren wondered why she wasn’t part of that silly fun. If she tried anything like that, it would be weird and awkward. Brit was the cool, calm, collected allAmerican track star. Cleancut, and busting out straight A’s with apparent ease. Brit was another social extrovert; always talking, being silly, playing… gossiping.
Lauren stood there helplessly absorbing the playful scene, holding pose, as the sensuality of the sights and sounds…and sprays hitting her randomly all over began to build up into a little bit of a playful energy in her as well. As suds hit her in the face from some unknown shower, she smiled a little, pretending the other women intentionally included her in their splashing games.
As some soapy water hit her in the face, she closed her eyes, and decided to hold them closed for a moment as she was wiping her face. And as she did, the scene became even more vivid in her mind. Sounds of shower sprays variating, body parts slapping, and women chatting and laughing filled the void of darkness. Someone dropped what sounded like a plastic razor. Someone else quirted a bottle, probably shampoo or conditioner, making a loud squeezing noise. The echoing sounds of the scene with her eyes closed was much more striking.
With her eyes closed, the experience felt more physically intense too. She immediately felt not just random splashes of water from all directions, but the misty gentle spray from the culmination of all the showers’ sprays enveloping her naked body, and sensually teasing it all over. The shared room mist was being gently blown around in a warm breeze from the open window at the top of the room to the outside world. The communal mist, as she thought of it, blew all around every naked bather there, and her, as if coating her in all their shared bathing energy. She tried to downplay it to herself, but it was kind of liberating to let go of some of her tension. Even, a little exhilarating.
Overwhelmed by the intense energies she felt in the darkness, her heart started beating faster, and she immediately got scared, opened her eyes and looked up. The ceiling caught her eye as the first rays of the sun were glistening on it through the window, dancing from the combination of first raw sunlight, the angle of the window, and somehow the sprays of water, mist circulating, and droplets splattering everywhere from below.
How beautiful, she thought, trying to ignore what she realized was a growing sensual feeling all over her body despite having her eyes open again. “No big deal”, she said to herself, as the hot, blowing, misty spray caressed her naked body from underneath, literally everywhere, catching her off guard again, making her feel more naked than ever. The sensations reminded her of an outdoor shower, with the combination of powerful spray and array of outdoor breezes all over her body. She tried to ignore it again, distracting herself with a rainbow that began to glisten up in the corner of the ceiling.
The brunette standing in front of her did a little playful dance while yelling at Riley and Brit to hurry, and Lauren felt a liberating sense of freedom come over her like a warm, carefree feeling, for a moment. There was something contagious about it all. She wanted to do a similar dance too, but was too shy. But almost.
The sensations she was feeling now with mist covering her whole body were becoming more and more interesting and varied. Physically, she was being covered in warm gentle mists and sprays and random splashes, and warm and hot breezes all over at the same time. Meanwhile socially, her nervousness was giving way to catching whatever playful vibe was shared amongst the group. It wasn’t just the women’s voices, but all the shared social energy of the naked, soapy women she was surrounded by being passed around; playful, competitive, laughing, silly, cheering, whooping and hooting, all of it.
Lauren stood there, one leg bent and foot poised, maintaining her composure, but almost felt like she wanted to do a little body shake as someone in front of her did something of the sort while chatting with the woman next to her. “How fun would it be to be so carefree”, she thought.
Standing in the middle of the crowded shower room floor, without even a shower, and with her body being covered by these titillating sensations, she felt like an art statue. She felt unable to move, while feeling the warm winds passing all around her, gently massaging the totality of her skin. Her nipples got hard, not that there was anything she could do about it but try to ignore it. Lauren increasingly felt completely vulnerable physically from her sensitive body, yet increasingly exhilarated from soaking up the laughing, playful energy of everyone around her.
A woman walked past her completely nude with glowing confidence, hips swaying whist laughing, to chat with a friend on the other side of the shower while casually wringing out her ponytail. How luxuriously she strolled through the shower room, steam kissing every inch of her body simultaneously, while giving a shimmering, unfettered smile to someone to her left. Two other women to her right burst into laughter hysterically about something in what sounded like a scream, as they both doubled over making wideeyed faces. The social confidence that Lauren didn’t dare have with her clothes on, these women had naked, naturally. To her right front again, Riley’s friend was stepping in and out of her spray screaming and laughing because apparently Riley turned it cold. Lauren smiled again, feeling almost part of their games.
Lauren became increasingly aware though, that the sensual sensations from all the spraying and the combined playful moment was increasingly feeling like an exhilarating stimulation. It was not anywhere specific in her body, but all over. And it was not just a teasing sensation, but was now noticeably an erotic pressure in her entire lower body half, standing helplessly naked on the tile floor. As the energy continued building, she was getting excited and scared at the same time, wondering what was going on in her body. Her heart began to race a little, as she allowed herself to enjoy the exhilarating sensations and freedom of going with the room’s shared vibe, and just accepting it all.
At first she resisted it, then kind of started to welcome it. But now, it seemed to be growing into a deeper, sensual pressure throughout her lower half, and now she was distinctly starting to feel a sensual pressure in her pelvic area. As Lauren looked around again, she paused to say to herself, “wait, what is this?” She moved her body a little bit, changing stances, but pressure in her pelvis, feeling like a gentle massage, didn’t go away. It actually intensified a little, as she realized this wasn’t just the steamy breeze caressing her skin, and her heart racing from sharing the group’s energy. She gentle shifted her weight from one hip to the other and back again exploring whatever was going on
“Oh, this is definitely real”, she realized, as questions began to flow through her mind about this strange, sensual pressure in her pelvic area, thighs, and buttocks. “Why?” “From what? The steam?” She wondered, as her mind explored possibilities. As she slightly moved her body, she felt the sensations growing, as warm steam gently blew over her buttocks and in between her thighs and right across her womanhood. She wasn’t turned on by anything specific she could point to, but the whole scene was so liberating and sensual from the mist and sprays and warm breeze, and exciting from the shared social vibe of the group, that there was an erotic feeling all over her body, that was indeed becoming a growing pressure in her pelvis.
“Oh wow,” she thought, “that feels rather…provocative.” She tried to dismiss it, but it came right back feeling undeniable. And then a worrisome thought dawned on her, “what if I cant control it?” Her mind wandered, “if these sensations keep increasing, could they actually cause…me to have an orgasm?” “My body wouldn’t dare! Would it?” she wondered ti herself. She dismissed the possibility. “Not here, not now….without even touching myself? No way!”
But regardless her rationalizing that it couldn’t happen, the sensual energy inside her was definitely still rising. Her body was being stimulated, by the steam, the carefree social vibe, the exhilaration of conquering the nervousness, all of it, despite her attempts to dismiss its effects as nothing but her imagination.
As she changed her stance positions, it only became more real, with the pressure deep in her thighs, buttocks, and womanhood like growing waves of warm electrical energy. “Wait, could it really?” she asked herself. She didn’t know, but what seemed like an interesting sensation a few moments ago, now continuing to intensify, were actually causing her to worry how intense they may get. She looked around hoping nobody noticed. Of course, everyone around was too busy socializing and doing their own thing to notice her, as per usual.
As she turned around to look at the entranceway, it was even more crowded than ever. She actually had the thought that an orgasm could build up inside her just from the movements and emotional challenges of trying to make it out of there by going through the crowd, and that’s when she realized she was in trouble.
She took a deep breath to try to calm herself. As the sensitive teasing sensations throughout her body were increasing the sensual pressure inside her, it made her really want to get under a shower head even more. As a shower head appeared to open up, she became enthusiastic, thinking if she could just get under the spray and turn it cold, she could calm herself and be able to nip whatever this in the bud. But before she could move towards it, she realized the woman was just saying something to a friend, and went right back under it, disappointing her hopes.
Lauren looked around a bit worried. The hope and denial of almost getting a shower gave her another emotional tease she had no choice but to come to terms with.
She felt her body become increasingly intoxicated from the flurry of stimuli and sensations, as she tried to downplay it in her mind as “no big deal.” A woman walked past her, saying, “sorry it’s so crowded”, apologizing as she squeezed in to share a shower spray on the far wall with another woman, obviously a friend of hers.
Continued…
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