**Caught in the Steam**

The dorm bathroom was always empty at this time of night, or at least it was supposed to be. That’s why I took my chances, easing the door shut behind me, the hot water already fogging up the mirrors. I stripped out of my boxers, my dick half-hard just from the thought of being alone, naked, the steam clinging to my skin. The shower hissed as I stepped under the spray, letting the heat soak into my muscles.

But I wasn’t alone.

I didn’t realize it at first—not until I caught the flicker of movement in the corner of my eye, the slight shift of the shower curtain in the stall next to mine. My cock twitched before my brain even caught up. Someone was watching.

And then I heard her.

A soft hum, barely audible over the water, but I knew that voice anywhere. Omérance. The girl from the floor above me, dark-eyed and always smirking like she knew something I didn’t. I’d caught her staring before, but never like this.

I let my hand slide down my stomach, pretending not to notice as I palmed my cock, stroking myself slowly under the water. My breath hitched as I imagined her there, just on the other side of that thin curtain, watching through the gap. The thought made my dick swell even more, my balls tightening.

“You gonna just stand there?” I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.

Silence. Then—a quiet laugh. The curtain rustled, and then her fingers curled around the edge, pulling it back just enough for me to see her. Omérance, still fully clothed, leaning against the tile wall with her thighs pressed together, watching me with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my grip tightening around my shaft.

She bit her lip, her gaze locked on my hand as I jerked myself. “You like being watched, huh?” she asked, her voice low, teasing.

I didn’t answer—just let my thumb swipe over the head of my cock, smearing pre-cum as I stroked, showing off for her. Her breath hitched, and I watched her hips shift, her thighs rubbing together like she was already wet.

“Touch yourself,” I told her, the words falling out before I could stop them. “Let me see.”

She hesitated for just a second before her hand slid down, disappearing between her legs. Her lips parted as she pressed against herself through her leggings, her fingers working slow circles over her pussy.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, speeding up my strokes. The water poured over us both, her clothes clinging to her body now, the fabric turning sheer where it was wet. I could see the outline of her nipples, hard under her shirt, the way her fingers moved against her cunt, teasing herself through the fabric.

“Take them off,” I demanded, my voice rough.

She smirked but obeyed, peeling the soaked leggings down her thighs, her panties going with them. My cock throbbed at the sight—her bare pussy glistening, her fingers slipping between her folds like she’d been waiting for this.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groaned.

“You’re not the only one who likes an audience,” she breathed, spreading her legs just enough for me to see everything—her fingers circling her clit, her hips rocking into her own touch.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped closer, my free hand reaching out, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in. She gasped as our mouths crashed together, her body pressed against mine under the water. I could feel her heat against my thigh, her wet pussy grinding against me as I kissed her hard.

“Want me to fuck you?” I growled against her lips.

She nodded, panting. “Yes.”

I spun her around, bending her over the sink, her perfect ass arched toward me. My cock slid between her thighs, teasing her before I lined up and pushed inside with one hard thrust. She cried out, her back arching as I filled her, her cunt gripping me like a vise.

“God, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips as I started fucking her in deep, steady strokes. The slap of our skin echoed in the steam-filled room, her moans loud and desperate as I pounded into her.

“Harder,” she begged, reaching back to claw at my thigh.

I fucked her like I’d been dreaming about, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. She was so wet, so fucking hot around me, her pussy clenching every time I bottomed out inside her.

“You gonna cum?” I growled, feeling my own release building.

“Yes, yes, fuck—” Her voice broke as her body tensed, her cunt squeezing me as she came, her thighs shaking.

The feeling was too much. I buried myself deep, my cock pulsing as I filled her, my cum spilling inside her with a groan.

We stayed like that for a second, both panting, before she turned her head, smirking at me over her shoulder.

“Next time,” she said breathlessly, “I’m leaving the curtain open the whole time.”