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Lindsay didn''t bother taking off her brown t-shirt. The moment she stepped into the narrow bathroom, she kicked the door shut behind her and jumped straight under the showerhead, clothes and all. Hot water hit the fabric instantly, turning the thin cotton dark and heavy, plastering it to her skin like a second, wet layer. The shirt clung obscenely to her full breasts, the outline of her hard nipples showing through as clear as if she were topless. Rivulets raced down her stomach, soaking the hem, then lower still, darkening the crotch of her already damp shorts. She tilted the showerhead downward with one hand, angling the strongest jet right between her legs. The pressure was brutal almost too much pounding against the soaked fabric covering her pussy. She gasped, thighs trembling as she spread them wider, bracing one foot against the tiled wall. The water hammered her clit through the thin barrier of her shorts and panties, relentless, rhythmic, like a thousand tiny tongues flicking at once. Every pulse made her hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing the sensation even as it bordered on painful. Her clit was swollen to the point of agony thick, throbbing, hypersensitive after hours of teasing buildup. Each blast of water sent a sharp, electric jolt straight up her spine. She moaned low in her throat, the sound swallowed by the hiss of the shower. One hand slid under the soaked hem of her shirt, cupping her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her knees buckle. The other hand pressed the crotch of her shorts tighter against herself, trapping the jet exactly where she needed it most. The brown fabric turned almost transparent now, outlining every fold of her pussy lips beneath. She could feel them parting under the pressure, swollen and slick, her entrance clenching around nothing. She rocked against the stream, grinding slow circles, then faster, desperate little thrusts. Water cascaded over her face; she didn''t care. Her dreadlocks still multicolored from earlier hung in wet ropes across her shoulders, dripping onto her collarbone, her chest. %u201CFuck%u2026%u201D she hissed through clenched teeth. Her clit pulsed visibly under the fabric, a hard, engorged nub begging for more. She reached down with trembling fingers, finally shoving the soaked shorts and panties to the side just enough to bare herself completely to the jet. The direct contact was devastating. Hot water slammed straight onto the raw, exposed bundle of nerves. Her whole body seized. A choked cry tore from her throat as her hips bucked hard, once, twice. She came like that standing, half-dressed, water pounding her oversensitive clit without mercy. The orgasm ripped through her in violent waves, thighs shaking so badly she almost lost her footing. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered, slickness mixing with the shower until she couldn''t tell where one ended and the other began. She kept the jet trained there through every aftershock, milking every last tremor, until her legs gave out and she slid down the wall, panting, still fully clothed and utterly wrecked. The water kept running. Her brown t-shirt clung like paint, nipples still peaked, chest heaving. Between her spread thighs, her pussy throbbed red and glistening, clit still swollen and twitching in the open air. She laughed weakly, breathless, head tipped back against the tiles. %u201CWorth it,%u201D she murmured to no one. Then she reached up, turned the temperature even hotter, and started all over again.