Tie the Noose: Jill Jills 2 (NSFW)

AN: The next installment into my practice works for TtN NSFW. Jill decides to relax a little in the RPD showers. (Masturbation, Female Orgasm, Mild Femdom, Squirting, Yuri)

The hot water beat down on her shoulders, a relentless cascade that did nothing to soothe the ache deep within her. Jill’s forehead rested against the cool tile, one arm braced above her head. Her other hand was busy between her legs, fingers working in a slow, familiar rhythm against her clit. The steam-filled stall was her world, the scent of cheap institutional soap clinging to the air.

Her mind, freed from the day’s tension, drifted into dangerous, delicious territory. It conjured the scent of Rebecca’s perfume, something light and floral that always seemed to cling to her locker next to Jill’s. She pictured the way Rebecca’s lips curved into a shy smile, the way her eyes held a spark of something daring beneath her professional demeanor. Jill’s fingers pressed harder, circling her swollen nub with more urgency. A low moan escaped her, lost in the rush of the shower.

“Rebecca,” she breathed into the steam, the name a prayer and a confession.

“Like what you see, Valentine?”

Jill’s eyes flew open. The voice wasn’t in her head. It was right behind her, real and solid and dripping with a coy, teasing tone she’d never heard from the rookie before. She spun around, her boot soles losing all purchase on the wet tile. Her world tilted, a sudden, graceless drop that ended with her ass hitting the floor and her back slamming against the wall. The water rained down on her chest and face.

Standing over her, perfectly framed by the open stall door, was Rebecca Chambers. And she was gloriously, utterly naked.

Water droplets clung to her smooth skin, tracing paths over the gentle curve of her hips and the firm, athletic swell of her small breasts. Her pink nipples were drawn into tight, eager peaks, her piercings glimmering in the light. But Jill’s gaze was pulled downward, past the flat plane of her stomach, to the neat triangle of dark auburn hair that crowned her sex. It was a stark, beautiful contrast to her pale skin. Rebecca’s pussy was a perfect, closed blossom, the lips lush and promising.

Jill’s mouth went desert-dry. “Rebecca, I-“

“Shhh.” Rebecca took a step into the stall, the water sluicing over her shoulders. She didn’t break eye contact as she moved, a slow, predatory saunter that brought her within inches of Jill’s face. The heat from her body was a palpable force. The scent of her, clean skin and something muskier, something profoundly female, flooded Jill’s senses. Rebecca looked down at her, a sultry, hungry look transforming her youthful face into something thirsty and knowing. She slowly spread her stance, planting her feet on either side of Jill’s thighs, leaving her eye-level with Rebecca’s slick folds.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about all this time?” Rebecca’s voice was a low purr, barely audible over the water. She ran a hand over her own stomach, her fingertips dipping into the auburn curls. “My pussy? Is this what got you moaning my name all alone in here?”

Jill could only stare, hypnotized. Without conscious thought, driven by a need that overrode all sense of pride or decorum, she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out, a desperate, instinctual movement aimed at tasting that perfect, wet slit.

A hand fisted in her wet hair, yanking her head back sharply. The sudden pain was a bright, shocking spice. “Ah-ah.” Rebecca’s smile was sharp. “You don’t get to taste yet. You get to watch.”

Still holding a tight grip on Jill’s hair, Rebecca brought her other hand to her own slit. Her middle finger slid through her quim with a soft, wet sound. A slick, intimate noise that went straight to Jill’s core. “See how wet I am for you, Jill? Thinking about you watching me… dreaming about this…” Her finger plunged inside herself, a smooth, deep insertion that made her hips jerk. She pulled it out, gleaming, and brought it to Jill’s lips, smearing her own slickness there. The taste was earthy, sweet, and utterly addictive.

Then she went back to work, two fingers now, fucking into her own dripping hole with a steady, obscene rhythm. Her thumb found her clit, the bar through it shimmering, circling it in tight, frantic little circles. Her hips began to rock in time with her hand, a lewd, beautiful dance performed just for Jill. Drops of her arousal, clear and slick, fell from her moving fingers onto Jill’s stomach, her breasts, her thighs, mixing with the shower spray.

The sight was the most erotic thing Jill had ever witnessed. Her own hand flew back between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, mirroring Rebecca’s frantic motions. She was rubbing herself raw, her breathing coming in sharp, ragged pants, her eyes glued to the motion of Rebecca’s fingers sliding in and out of that gorgeous, hungry pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” Rebecca gasped, her own composure fraying. Her movements became more frantic, her fingers a blur. “You love watching me finger-fuck my cunt for you. I love how much you love this, Jill. But you want more, don’t you?”

Jill could only nod, her own orgasm coiling tight and unbearably hot in her gut.

“You wanna taste it?” Rebecca’s voice was strained, high-pitched with her own approaching climax. “You wanna drink my cum? Beg for it.”

“Please,” Jill whimpered, the word torn from her. “Please, Rebecca, let me taste you. I need it.”

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered shut. A deep, guttural moan ripped from her throat. She released Jill’s hair, both her hands slamming against the tile wall on either side of Jill’s head for support. She ground her hips forward, shoving her dripping cunt toward Jill’s waiting mouth.

“Open up. Take it. Take every drop!”

A powerful shudder wracked Rebecca’s body. Then, a hot, sudden gush hit Jill’s face. It wasn't a trickle; it was a splash of fluid, salty and sweet, coating her lips, her chin, her cheeks. It streamed down her neck as Rebecca cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Jill stared up, dumbstruck, as the younger woman rode out the waves of her orgasm, squirting all over her.

The hot water washed over her face, mixing with Rebecca’s cum, the taste flooding her moutth-

Jill’s eyes snapped open, reality crashing back in like a cold wave. For a moment, she was disoriented, her heart still racing, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The shower stall was silent except for the steady hiss of the water, the steam clinging to the air like a ghost of what had just happened… or hadn’t happened. 

She blinked, her gaze darting around the stall, half-expecting to see Rebecca still standing there, her body glistening, her cunt dripping. But no. She was alone. Completely alone. Her fingers were still pressed against her own wetness, sticky and slick with her cum, the evidence of her fantasy thick on her skin. A low groan escaped her lips as she leaned harder against the tile wall, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her.

‘Jeez, Jill, get a grip,’ she thought, shaking her head as if to dislodge the lingering images from her mind. But they were stubborn, refusing to fade. The way Rebecca had looked at her, that hungry, knowing stare. The way her fingers had moved, so deliberate, so confident. And that squirt. God, that squirt. It had felt so real, the salty-sweet warmth splashing across her face, coating her tongue. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, even as she wiped her hand against her thigh, trying to clean off the sticky residue.

She let out a frustrated sigh, tilting her head back under the stream of water. The heat soothed her muscles but did nothing to calm the restless ache between her legs. ‘Goddamn it, why was that so hot,’ she thought, running a hand through her wet hair. It wasn’t like her to lose herself in such a vivid fantasy, especially not about someone she worked with. 

Someone who admired her. Rebecca looked up to her, saw her as a mentor, for Christ’s sake. And yet, here she was, fingers still tingling from the memory of how good it had felt to touch herself while imagining-

“Stop,” she muttered aloud, cutting off the thought before it could spiral any further. She turned off the water with a sharp twist of the knob, the sudden silence pressing in around her. Wrapping a towel around herself, she stepped out of the stall, her movements mechanical. Her reflection in the fogged-up mirror caught her eye, flushed cheeks, damp hair clinging to her forehead, lips slightly parted as if still waiting for another taste. She groaned again, grabbing her clothes from the bench. This was ridiculous. She wasn’t some hormone-driven teenager. She was a seasoned operative, damn it. And yet, here she was, practically panting over a fantasy she couldn’t shake.

Jill shook her head again, forcing herself to focus on getting dressed. But as she pulled on her shirt, the fabric brushing against her sensitive nipples sent a shiver down her spine. A small part of her wished she could go back to that moment, back to Rebecca’s commanding presence and the intoxicating taste of her release. But no. That was just a dream. A very, very good dream. And right now, she had a reality to get back to, even if it felt a little less exciting by comparison.

With one last glance at the empty shower stall, Jill grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She needed to clear her head. Maybe hit the gym. Or maybe, find someone who could make her feel half as good as her little daydream had, leaving her core clenching as she thought about those fingers- Fuck! She needed to get laid.