Surprises

This story will mostly be for fun. Although I will try to include elements of the main plot, the main focus of this work will mostly be sexual or romantic in nature. While this chapter is wholly erotica, there is a plot. Slight warning, there is some reluctance at play in the first few chapters but this IS NOT a rape/non-consent story.

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The shower was wonderful. Steam billowed around her as the hot water cascaded down her body. Miranda’s hands slid over her stomach and sides as the water poured down her body. Her skin prickled at her gentle touch, her hands slowly circling higher until her hands slid over her breasts and her fingers gently caresses her nipples. She gasped slightly as a shock coursed through her body at the touch and her nipples slowly hardened beneath her touch. She felt her cheeks flush slightly and her mind reeled briefly in the surprising reaction in her body. She wasn’t a stranger to the feelings, or the need, but usually it was calculated, planned. But suddenly her body was slowly pulsing with desire and away from the safety of her own quarters.

She should have stopped, but the teasing feel of the water pouring over her breasts, lightly tugging at her suddenly aroused nipples, only spurred her desire. With a low moan her fingers flicked over her nipples and then curled to squeeze her breasts softly. Her body trembled at the sensations. The fingers of one hand released her soft breast and slid back over a straining nipple. Biting her lip, Miranda lightly pinched the aroused bud between two fingers, moaning as another shock shot through her. Her other hand dropped slowly, her palm pressed against her skin as it slid down her stomach.

A breath hissed between her teeth as her fingers brushed against her trimmed mound, the fine hairs pushing back against the gentle rubbing. For several moments, her fingers circled over her mound, her stomach flinching as her fingertips teased and tickled her skin. Then, with a throaty sigh, her hand slid lower and her fingers curled. She gasped as her fingertip brushed against the quivering lips of her pussy. She gave her nipple another light pinch as her fingers slowly rubbed against her heated sex. Her fingers swirled, sending shockwaves through her body and Miranda groaned. She needed it. With a smile twisting her lips she started to push a finger into her pussy.

The door to the room opened with a hiss and she froze, her hand pressing into her breast and her other hand frozen over her mound, her curled finger just barely inside her. She blushed and slowly slid her one hand away from her pussy, trying to make it look as if she only washing herself. She closed her eyes and swallowed.

She was exposed to whoever walked by the open door. At least she was turned towards the far wall; only her naked back was on full display and her hands relatively hidden. All anyone would have seen was her naked bum. She knew for some that would have been more than enough though. She could feel the heat of their wandering eyes far too often. Though she admitted that sometimes she basked in the staring eyes or sidelong glances. Even exposed like she was, she felt a tremor of excitement run through her and her pussy throbbed, begging to be touched again. Surprisingly, her hand started to inch back down before she shivered as cold air swirled around her.

She instinctively hugged her arms over her chest, the cold air shaking her from her short exhibitionist flare. She was shocked. She had just been about to play with herself, to masturbate, with the door wide open and who knows how many people watching. She shivered again, but not from the cold. Her pussy burned at the thought. She then sighed lightly, remembering the late hour. Most of the crew were in their bunks, so it would only be this one woman. Surprisingly, she slumped in disappointment.

The door hissed shut and the steam billowed again, the room quickly warming. Sighing again, Miranda slid her hands back down her stomach, trying to act normally. She could hear the newcomer’s footfalls, soft and gentle. She was barefoot. Miranda smiled to herself for some reason, imagining walking through the ship barefoot and wondering what it would feel like. Her hands circled on her skin again, her fingers playfully teasing herself. She tilted her head, raising her chest into the stream of water, lost for a moment in the sensations again. Her fingers brushed her breasts again and she barely stifled a moan. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt the warm brush of skin against her leg. Miranda pressed forward slightly as she felt the other woman slide under one of the other stalls. Her eyes narrowed in confusion for a second, wondering how the woman had undressed so quickly. But she was quickly jolted from that as her thigh brushed against warm skin again and her hands tightened over her breasts.

At first, Miranda grunted in disappointment slightly. She had thought she had the whole shower to herself, so she had taken the centre shower head. It was too cramped for more than one person to truly use without some quirks and cramped stumbling, even if the two opposing heads were used. With her under the centre head and the new woman under the right stall, their bodies were continually brushing together. But suddenly, the disappointment was lost in a haze of need and desire. Her fingers circled her hardened nipples with purpose now, flicking her sensitive buds and sending shockwaves down her spine. She sighed.

Again, one nipple was pinched between her fingers as her other hand dipped over her stomach and quickly slid over her trimmed muff. Her fingers curled and glided over her pussy. She was lost to her desire. Her body craved the release and there was no stopping it. She pushed a finger deep into her throbbing and pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips as her walls clenched gleefully at the invasion. She almost collapsed as her legs trembled when the other woman’s soft skin brushed against her thigh. She didn’t notice that the soft skin never left her thigh and was actually slowly rubbing deliberately, exploring. It was a hand.

Her finger plunged into her pussy, deep and fast strokes lighting her body with pleasure. Her fingers tugged and twisted at her nipple, the flowing water only heightening each sensation her fingers played over and into her. She could already feel the fire burning within her, the climax slowly building. She needed it. The hand on her thigh slid higher and a jolt went through her body. Her fingers moved faster, rougher.

“Need a hand?” a husky, playful voice pierced through Miranda’s lust and her eyes widened. A soft hand slowly rubbed over her side. Miranda only gasped as tentative fingers brushed the rising swell of her unfettered breast and another hand slowly slid up her thigh and massaged her ass. She then moaned as the other woman leaned against her, two hard nipples pressing into her skin. Her body trembled with ecstasy.

“Stop…” Miranda flinched as the woman trailed a finger along the valley between her cheeks. Her voice was meek and low and she didn’t immediately try to shake the woman off. The finger trailed lower as the woman’s other hand slid over her breast, her fingers briefly brushing an aroused nipple. Miranda hissed. She finally shook herself from her haze as the trailing finger curled under her bum and brushed against the finger still buried in her pussy. Miranda pulled her finger from her pussy and grabbed hold of the wandering hand, trying to keep it from her sex. Her other hand clasped the hand on her breast and meekly pulled. “Don’t…”

The other woman only chuckled at the weak attempts to stop her hands. Miranda’s body was rife with aching desire and trembling passion. She really tried to pull the hands away from her body, but it didn’t work. She shivered as the other woman pushed the invading hand forward and a finger rubbed across her pussy. Still clasping that hand, Miranda tried to pull it away, but her knees nearly buckled as the finger curled and pushed into her.

“O…” Miranda moaned, her own hand still futily pulling at the other woman’s now busy hand. Suddenly, the fingers on her nipple pinched and Miranda’s whole body jerked. With a surprised gasp, both of her hands shot towards the wall to steady herself and keep her from falling. The fingers plying her nipple and pussy only grew more determined. Miranda couldn’t help but huskily moan as her nipple was teased and a second finger pushed deep inside her. Even the other woman’s nipples teasing her back sent shivers down Miranda’s spine. Her head bowed towards the floor, her hair falling forward, exposing her neck and shoulders to the woman.

The fingers deep in her pussy twirled and Miranda bucked into the woman’s body. A low giggle tickled across Miranda’s neck before a gentle brush of lips made her gasp yet again. The woman had just kissed her. Another gentle brush of lips and Miranda shivered. The kisses felt wonderful. She moaned and the woman giggled again before kissing the sensitive skin where Miranda’s neck curved into her shoulders. A third finger snuck inside her pussy.

Miranda tried to speak, but her lips only opened wordlessly. Her hips bucked again, pressing her ass into the woman behind her, trapping the woman’s arm between them. Miranda arched her body slightly as the woman’s lips slowly worked down her back. She was lost to the sensations as the woman manipulated her body wonderfully. She mewled slightly as the fingers teasing her nipple disappeared and the hand slid down her side slowly. But she gasped as the woman suddenly pushed a thumb up the valley of her ass and pressed against the puckered ring hidden between her cheeks.

She blushed furiously as the pressure grew until the thumb popped inside her. She rose onto her toes and growled at the mildly painful invasion. Yet spasms of intense pleasure still shot through her. She was shocked, not only at the invasion, but at her body’s response. She had never tried anything like it before. And her body was shaking, begging for more. She almost came when the woman planted a soft kiss on her ass. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, the pressure only lasted a few seconds before it was gone. Miranda groaned in disappointment, even more so when the fingers slid from her pussy. Her hand shot down and between her legs, desperately trying to grab the retreating fingers and shove them back into her. She was so close.

The woman only giggled and swatted the hand away before leaning in again and placing a soft kiss lower on Miranda’s bum. Miranda pouted at the empty feeling in her pussy before she inhaled a shaky breath as it dawned on her where the woman’s lips were wandering. With a low, throaty groan she spread her legs and lifted her ass to the woman’s exploring lips. Her arms rose above her head and her hands wrapped around the shower head. She shivered yet again as she exposed herself so wantonly to this woman.

“So beautiful.” the woman whispered and Miranda gasped. She recognised it now and a kind, sultry warmth washed over her unexpectedly. Her hips rose even higher, offering herself completely to the young woman. She didn’t have to wait long.

The woman’s hands gently rested on each cheek and spread them apart. Warm lips quickly brushed against the puckered ring of her ass and Miranda moaned loudly. Her ass wiggled as the woman’s breath slid over her skin and a curious tongue darted out to circle her flesh. It tickled. Miranda’s pussy throbbed at the feeling. Then, she shivered as the tongue briefly pushed against her before slowly dragging down her skin. She growled anxiously, needing… wanting to feel the tongue on her pussy.

Again, it wasn’t a long wait. Miranda jolted forward, her breasts mashed against the wall the young woman swept that tongue along her quivering lips. It was electric. The young woman wasted no time and soon her tongue was buried inside Miranda. Miranda bucked wildly at the glorious swirling of the tongue against her inner walls and moaned again. A hand slid around her waist to steady the bucking hips and the tongue explored the deeper parts of Miranda’s pussy with glee.

Miranda was only mewling helplessly at the tremendous onslaught, her legs trembling weakly beneath her as she clutched the shower head tightly. She nearly jumped when the tongue disappeared from her pussy only for it to circle and tease her engorged clit, the woman’s nose now grinding against her flesh. Her body was on fire. This continued for long minutes, the woman alternating between long swipes with her tongue, to deep penetrative licks, to playful and determined teasing on Miranda’s clit. Miranda was squealing.

Then, with no warning, her clit was wrapped in warm lips. The woman’s tongue swirled around Miranda’s clit briefly before the woman pressed forward and caught the bud between her teeth and nipped. Miranda screamed as her body exploded in a triumphant orgasm. She pressed the side of her face against the wall as the climax tore through her, her legs shaking beneath her. She didn’t notice the steady hands carefully wind back around her to gently grab her ass and keep her from slumping to the ground. All Miranda was aware of was the electrifying pleasure making her squeal and squirm.

Finally, with an abrupt sigh, Miranda sagged and her screams ended. She managed to hold herself up with the grip on the shower head. The young woman was still gently teasing her clit for a few more seconds before pulling back and giggling. Miranda’s eyes widened as the haze suddenly lifted at the sound of the woman’s giggle. She had just come, from another woman’s tongue. She quickly stood and spun around, stumbling on her unsteady legs. She managed to catch her balance quickly and, with a horrified and wide-eyed gaze, she stared at the face of her impromptu lover. A jolt of desire raced through her body at the glistening juices on the woman’s face… her juices. Her pussy throbbed again. Kelly only looked up at her and smiled, her eyes beaming brightly.

Miranda drew stuttered breaths as she battled the conflicting horror and desire. She had just had sex with another woman. The thought warmed her again before being replaced by a weird, mindless terror. She had just had sex with another woman and loved it. She had loved it… with a choked cry she pushed past the kneeling yeoman and ran out of the room and towards her quarters, her mind reeling from what had just happened. She was confused and lost. She didn’t even notice her own clothes still hanging on the wall or the saddened, yet knowing sigh of the young woman who had just gave her the best climax of her life.