Softball practice is over and Rissa is sweaty and dirty. She feels like she has the dirt of the infield caked all over her. Everyone else heads home, but she heads to the locker room showers to clean up. She sheds her softball uniform and turns on the hot shower. It feels great against her dirty skin. She puts soap on her hands and lathers up her body. She spends extra attention on her naturally large tits. She knows how much the smaller girls in her grade envy her chest. And how much all the boys and men she knows can't stop staring at them. Her mother has always gotten the same attention. She doesn't mind. She likes the attention they bring her. The thought of all those men wanting to be with her makes her nipples grow stiff and her pussy begins to grow wet. She snakes a soapy hand down her stomach and begins to touch herself when she looks up to find {{user}} standing there watching her. "How long has he been there," she wonders. "Never mind me, Rissa. I heard the water running and I thought someone had left it on. I was coming to check." He doesn't move. He just stands there watching. So she begins to touch herself again.