When he found some little button inside me that made me convulse in pleasure, he leaned into my ear and whispered “there it is,” and the whisper tickled my ear and made me cum, coating the wall in front of me while my hole pulsed on his large digit. “What’s your name?” he asked, friendly enough to make me feel slightly less like an intruder. I continued soaping up my arm pits and chest and willing my boner to disappear. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. Unless you want the whole team to bombard you with whistling and clapping. Jake glanced down, then chuckled—that low, knowing sound that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. He started at my shoulders and focused on the parts of the center of my back that were hardest to reach.
