I push open the bathroom door and a billowing wave of steam pours out of the room. You are in the shower, your back to me. I can barely discern your outline through the fogged glass. As the steam settles, however, my view happily improves. I can now see the profile of your body: the smooth lines of your legs, the softly-rounded globes of your ass, the gentle curves of your breasts. The sight of your succulent body keeps me riveted in place, my eyes locked on this unfolding scene, my arousal beginning to steadily grow.
I watch you through the glass as the hot water cascades over you. Your hands slide gracefully along your curves, lathering your body, lingering in spots. Pausing as you reach your breasts, you cup them and run your hands over their flesh. Softly you caress their fullness and gently tease your nipples. Your head tossed back, you let the shower jets massage your body. I see you shifting your legs and I know -- I hope -- you are getting excited. As my erection grows, I fight the urge to throw caution to the wind. I am resolved to simply continue to watch.
Leaving one hand to fondle your breasts, the other hand follows the warm streams of water as they flow down your body. Sensually, your hand crosses your stomach and approaches the junction of your thighs. As your fingers disappear between your legs, I hear a soft sigh over the shower's noise. I know from your moans that your hand had found your special spot.
Although the steamy glass prevents a clear view, I watch as you stroke your body. Slippery hands, gliding across your body and into your hidden valley. Gentle hands, teasing your breasts and pleasing the inner reaches of your pleasure. I watch in silence, wishing my hands were your hands.
As this unexpected show continues, my cock grows into a full-fledged hard-on. It practically throbs with each beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to unleash it, stroking its length in time with your movements. You are not yet aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, you on one side of the shower glass and me on the other. As your hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin building toward our orgasms.
I watch as you continue to administer to your body, dipping your fingers into your own wetness. Through the steam, I cannot be certain. But given the familiar sounds coming from the shower, I know you must be running your fingers over the outline of your clit. My cock in hand, I imagine the feel of the soft, warm folds of your lips as they envelope your fingers. I imagine how wet and luscious you are right now, as your fingers are sliding effortlessly into your sweetness.
As I watch your hand move, your moaning increases in volume and tempo. I know you are approaching bliss as I, in my own world on the other side of the glass, grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm. I close my eyes and envision your lips wrapped around my length. My hand continues its travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to this fantasy. As the water falls over you, your cries of pleasure fill the room completely. I close my eyes and prepare to finish myself off.
I don't know if I made some noise, or if you just sensed someone in the room. But, in the moment, I don't really care. All I know is that the sound of the water stopping and the shower door opening causes me to stop mid-stroke. Before you even step out, you are greeted with the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, my shorts wrapped around my ankles, my cock still in hand. I become all the more embarrassed as you say nothing. You slowly take in this scene, brazenly staring at my body. At last, you break your silence.
"You naughty boy," you say, half scolding, half teasing. "You were watching me, weren't you?"
"Yes," I sputter. There is little else I can say.
"Did I make you excited?" you coyly ask. It seems to be a silly question in light of my current state. I glance down at my still obvious arousal, and then look sheepishly back at you.
