Fantasy - Shower Stalker

I hear the shower running, and I know you're in there. The temptation to walk in is almost unbearable, as my mind flicks through images of you naked, with water cascading down your sexy body. But I restrain myself, settling instead for a bit of aural voyeurism. I can hear you splashing around, and picture you washing yourself, your hands stroking your body as you make yourself slippery with soap. I mirror your actions on my own body, sliding my hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and over my thighs. I linger near my pussy, wondering if I have time to orgasm before you get out. Deciding to take the chance I slip my hands down my pants and start gently stroking my clit. When I hear rhythmic splashing coming from the shower I grin - you clearly had the same idea. Shuddering with the force of my arousal I speed up my stroking. I hear you get out of the shower, and start to panic. I'm beyond the point of no return when the handle on the bathroom door turns, and you open it to the sight of me in the middle of an intense orgasm. You laugh at me and say "Why didn't you just join me in the shower?". I blush, and you laugh again, "You're such a little stalker."