Hello, everybody! This is my first story with some changes after the good comments about the draft. I’m not a native English speaker, so please be kind! I often go to a public sauna. In Germany, it’s normal to do it naked; everyone does. I always get turned on by showing myself and seeing a lot of people naked. Once, when I was showering after it, my hand just went down, because I thought only a few people were left, so there would be no problem. Then something unexpected happened. I had been enjoying the steam and the sight of beautiful bodies in the sauna, the heat making me feel uninhibited and free. The warmth clung to my skin as I stepped into the public shower, the water cascading over me, washing away the sweat but not the arousal. My hand drifted down, fingertips brushing against my most sensitive spot. I was lost in the sensation, the thrill of touching myself in a public place where anyone could walk in adding to the excitement. The sound of footsteps brought me back to reality. I looked up, heart pounding, to see a woman in her forties standing there, watching me. Her eyes were dark with interest, a small smile playing on her lips. I blushed, mortified at being caught in such an intimate act. But instead of looking away or scolding me, she stepped closer, her gaze never leaving mine. “It’s no problem,” she said softly, her voice husky. She moved into the shower cabin in front of me, her body glistening under the water. Her confidence and the look in her eyes sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I watched, spellbound, as she started touching herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Her other hand reached up to caress her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. I couldn’t look away, my own arousal building with every second. “You can continue,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto mine. “With me.” I hesitated only for a moment before my hand moved again, mimicking her rhythm. The sight of her, the sound of her soft moans, and the thrill of doing this together in such a public place drove me wild. My breathing quickened, matching hers, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my thigh, sending jolts of pleasure through me. The touch was electric, pushing me over the edge. I came hard, my body shuddering with the intensity of it, and she followed seconds later, her own climax a beautiful symphony of gasps and moans. We stood there, catching our breath, the water still pouring over us. There was a sense of shared intimacy, a secret bond formed in that steamy shower. We smiled at each other, a silent understanding passing between us. From that time on, I’ve been craving that experience again, the thrill of being caught and the pleasure of sharing such a raw, erotic moment with a girl. The memory lingers, a deliciously forbidden fantasy that I replay in my mind whenever I need to feel that same rush of excitement.