“Oh, I’m the little princess, am I?” she laughed. “What size do you wear?”
“I’m not letting you buy me clothes.”
“So, you won’t be wearing anything after your shower?”
I cleared my throat hard, looking away. “I wear a small from H&M.”
“A small? From H&M of all places? Now who’s the little princess?” She laughed, and my heart dropped through the floor as she took my chin between her fingers and tilted me to look at her. Holy shit. That was hot. “Go take a shower, Your Highness. I’ll be back with your clothes.”
Well, I guess I was taking a shower. Not just because an actual shower sounded incredible, but because… well… yeah.
The bathroom was beautiful and sleek and clean, with puffy white towels folded up on the vanity and a million products immaculately laid out—clearly she was more particular about the bathroom than she was about the rest of the apartment, which made sense, because I knew being that hot took work. There was a shower tub with a sliding glass door and everything, and even a little tray, and I was tempted to take a bath, but I knew I’d probably fall asleep in it, so I just stood under the hot water and felt like I was experiencing nirvana.
Holy shit, showers were nice. I could have stayed here forever.
Even if I was distracted by uninvited feelings. I was more aware than I should have been about being naked in Helena’s apartment, and about how she used this shower… thoughts of her coming in and stripping her clothes off, how she would look stepping into this shower, her skin glistening under the water. I wasn’t out of my mind enough to masturbate in Helena’s bathroom, but I wanted to, dammit. I never got to masturbate, because my room felt so grimy and gross that it always killed the mood, so now I was just generally pent-up and I was here experiencing blissful relaxation under the showerhead and Helena had been relentlessly flirting with me all night for some reason and I kept thinking about her bondage tape that was forgood girls who did as she said.How was I not supposed to be turned on?
But I was not masturbating in Helena’s bathroom. At least, not intentionally, because after I’d finished sudsing up, I detached the showerhead and went to rinse, and when I rinsed my thighs, the stream hit me right where I was feeling… distracted, and I felt it shoot to my core, my legs quivering briefly.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, holding onto the bar on the side of the shower for support as I pointed the water away, my senses all trembling as I stood there cold. “Holy shit. Wow.” I was talking to myself in the shower because I’d just shot water at my clit. Right. Sure. That was sane.
I rinsed off the rest of my body, making sure not to hit anywhere too sensitive, but I was still thinking about it the whole rest of the time in the shower, cleaning my hair and then… taking a second longer just to standing under the running water. Just because it was nice and relaxing and I hadn’t had one in a long time.
That was all. It was nice to have a shower.
Shit. I detached the showerhead again, and tentatively, cautiously, I angled it between my legs. I heard myself whimper as it touched me again, and I stumbled, bumping into the wall and clutching the bar for support, but I didn’t pull the water away this time, clutching the showerhead for dear life.
I was just doing it to see how it felt. That was… all.
Holy shit. My mind flooded with lurid, vivid fantasies—Helena on top of me as bondage tape held me down, her hands all over me, her mouth,mymouth on her…
My knees buckled, and I crumpled with a weak moan, sinking into the tub. I really needed to stop. I didn’t—sat back instead with my legs up to either side, gripping the edge of the tub for dear life as I pushed the water pressure up higher, holding it in place against me. I was seeing stars before long, breathing hard and whimpering, and I imagined that the hot, wet sensation between my legs was Helena’s mouth instead, going at me relentlessly, and it wasn’t long before I added my hand, rubbing side-to-side as water splashed around my fingers, sending me into the place I was trying not to go, because I got off in Helena’s bathroom—gripped the showerhead so hard it hurt my palm and bit my lip to suppress a moan as I came, a throbbing orgasm pulsing out through my body so hard that my leg twitched and kicked a bottle off the side of the tub, and it fell with a cracking sound against the vinyl.
Shit. I came down fast. I looked breathless and bleary-eyed over the edge of the tub at where I saw the bottle—one of her fancy matching set bottles, for some kind of exfoliating body scrub, cracked on the floor. Just a single crack running up the side of it, but… I think I was going to die of embarrassment. I’d come up with a cover story. I was tired and slipped. Yeah. Slipped my fingers right into myself.
I picked up the bottle and set it on the vanity, crack side up so it wouldn’t leak, and I groaned, leaning back in the tub staring up at the ceiling wondering what it was about me that made me such an idiot, regretting everything I’d ever done.
Christ, though, that was a good orgasm. I hated how good I felt, given that I’d just broken one of Helena’s bottles on the journey here, but I felt more relaxed than I had in years, a blissful floaty feeling bubbling through my body. I was a pile of squishy pudding, and I was still low-key fantasizing about Helena, and that was a really, really good place to be.
But I couldn’t be there all night. Eventually, the post-orgasm bliss subsided, and I resigned myself to finishing the shower and getting out before Helena got back and wondered if I’d fallen and hit my head in here. I was still shaky on my feet, but I managed to stay up long enough to clean up from the, uh, mess I’d just made, and I shut off the shower, stepping out and toweling off with one of the pristine towels folded on the vanity. Thinking about Helena using these towels on her naked body threatened to turn me on again, but I wasn’t about to go breaking the rest of her bathroom in a serial masturbation spree.
I figured there was no way Helena was back already, and I planned on just changing into my old clothes and waiting until she got back, but I knocked on the door just to be safe, calling out, “Helena? Are you back yet?”
I startled at the sound of her voice coming back immediately. “Your clothes are right outside the door, Your Highness.”
Oh, god. How long had she been back? I was pretty quiet, I think—she wouldn’t have heard me over the running water—but the thought of having masturbated thinking about her while she was right there on the other side of the wall… well, it was probably going to turn me on again. I opened the door quickly, covering myself in a towel, and I snatched up the H&M bag bythe door and closed myself in with it. I set it down on the vanity and rummaged through, and I felt my stomach drop.
She got me lacy white lingerie. A one-piece that was sexier than anything I’d worn in my life, and that was it. I stood there having a full panic and asking myself if I was really going to get arousedagain.The answer was yes.
“Helena!” I called, my voice shaky, and I heard her laughing, a chair creaking as she stood up in the next room.
“What? You don’t like it?”
“I’m putting on my old clothes!”
I heard a rustling of another bag at the door, and then her voice. “I’m only sad I didn’t get to see your face,” she said. “Here’s the rest of it.”
“I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”
