She entered the shower room oblivious of the hidden camera.
The shower started to pour, trickling over her conservative clothes.
Gradually, she exposed her body, every motion captivating.
Her fingers traced downwards, touching each part.
The camera zoomed on her face, her look closed in pleasure.
A moan escaped her, her body trembling with lust.
The lather coated her sensuous skin, leaving it slippery.
She arched her torso, exposing her ample chest.
Her fingers made their path to her secret spot.
A sudden movement forced her to raise her head.
She perceived the shadow in the mirror.
Her breath hitched in her gullet.
Her mind raced with dread.
She stopped, her heart throbbing in her chest.
The awareness struck: she is being watched.
Her innocence gone to the hidden camera.
She lowered her lids, wishing it was a dream.
Yet the reality stayed.
The hidden lust of a stranger fulfilled.
A scarf exposed in the bath, her reserve ripped apart.
