I made it to the locker room without encountering anyone else. I darted to an open shower stall, threw my destroyed clothes on the bench outside of it and got into the shower. I closed the shower curtain and turned on the water, not caring that it blasted me with ice-cold water to start.
The slime still coated parts of my body and the warming effect had not stopped. The tingling continued to radiate through my skin, a soft hum of arousal. The water warmed and I began to try and wash the slime off of my body. I put my chest into the stream of water first, trying to wipe away the slime with my hands.
My breasts were so sensitive where the slime had coated them. As I ran my hands over my breasts any contact sent a jolt of arousal through my body. My nipples were even worse. Each time my palm passed over them I couldn’t fight back the moan.
I continued to rub my chest as the slime began to fall from my body with the water. I pulled my hands away from my breasts and several thick strands of the slime stretched between. After a few minutes of rubbing my breasts and cleaning my hands, I had cleared the slime completely from my breasts. My nipples were so erect and aching for more attention.
I bent over in the shower to start wiping away the slime from my legs. Long strokes proved fairly effective at wiping it from my body. Soon my legs were clear of the slime, leaving only one place left to clean.
I knew that it would be difficult to clean my pussy of the slime. Having been denied my orgasms left my pussy burning with arousal. My clit was still coated in the slime, which I was sure was adding to the aching arousal my body was feeling. My nub stood at attention, desiring to be rubbed.
I tentatively gave a soft rub to my pussy to try and wipe some of the slime away. The arousal that shot through my body was instantaneous and I couldn’t hold back the moan. Two soft moans followed as the arousal echoed through my body before fading. I take a few deep breaths trying to compose myself.
I had to get this done and I needed to leave this place. I swallowed a deep breath of air and prepared myself. I closed my eyes as my hand found my pussy and began to rub it. The electricity I felt was greater than I had ever felt before. I don’t know if it was my denied orgasms or the slime, but it felt better than anyone has ever been able to achieve with me myself included.
I tried to fight back the vocalizations but I couldn’t. Moan after moan escaped my mouth as I tried to clear my pussy of the slime as quickly as possible. My hips bucked in response to my hand rubbing against my clit. I could hear two women giggling to themselves in the locker room. They must have thought I was trying to get off in the shower after a workout.
How wrong they were. Should I warn them about what happened? Would they even believe me if I told them the truth? I know I certainly wouldn’t believe someone who told me about what had just happened.
After a while under the water rubbing my pussy clean, which had turned more masturbatory, my pussy was finally slime free. I could feel my soft pussy, wet with my arousal. I finished washing the rest of my body clean. I noted that as every drop of water hit my body the sensation of it was amplified.
I left the shower running at its highest temperature to hopefully wash away all of the slime. Toweling myself off reaffirmed that my body was still incredibly sensitive as the soft fabric ran across my skin. The soft contact caused shivers through my body, leaving goosebumps wherever the towel had touched. I dried myself off well enough and wrapped the towel around my body.
I made my way to my locker from the shower. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the large mirror behind the sinks. I flinched in response to seeing it and felt my body tighten its muscles as my fight or flight response kicked in. There was something else in my head though. A yearning for the mirror and what promises it could bring me.
The mirror looked solid and nothing emerged from it. I walked backwards towards my locker keeping the mirror in my sight the whole way. I entered my locker code in between glances to the mirror and back. Once it was open, I grabbed all of my possessions and put them on the bench beside me so that I could dress and keep an eye on the mirror.
Normally, I would just leave the gym in my workout clothes, but since the creature had destroyed them that wasn’t an option. I threw the torn remains of my exercise clothes into my gym bag along with my panties, which I was careful to avoid the slime on. I began to dress in the clothes that I had arrived at the gym wearing.
I had not brought another pair of panties with me, so it looked like I would be going without. I pulled my pants on as the fabric slid across my skin sending more shivers through my body. I bit my tongue to prevent anything from escaping my mouth.
Next, I slid my arms through my bra and reached behind me to clasp it together. As I pulled the bra to my chest I couldn’t stop the initial moan as the bra contacted my breasts. My nipples ached with their arousal and the soft skin of my breasts sent pleasurable jolts through my body. After the first moan, I was able to stifle the following ones somewhat, but if anyone else was there they could hear me.
I pulled my shirt over my head and the sensations continued as my shirt touched my sensitive skin. I leaned onto my locker as I tried to compose myself. I could see myself in the mirror, my face was blushing and red. I could feel a small wet spot beginning to form in my pants from my arousal.
I had cleaned all of the slime off of my body so why was I still so sensitive? I know it had felt like some of it was being absorbed into my skin, but how much could have been absorbed? How long would the effects last for? What if I needed to go to the emergency room? How would I even tell them about what happened?
No, I had to get out of here first. That creature could still be in the mirror. Was it confined to that one mirror? Did it even need a mirror? So many questions flooded my mind as I caught my breath and willed myself to get my shoes on.
I grabbed my gym bag and put the strap on my shoulder, feeling it on my skin. I started to head out of the locker room but slowed. Every movement I made pulled the fabric of my clothing across my sensitive body and sent small wave after wave of pleasure through me. I clenched my fists and continued walking, trying to stay focused.
As I exited the locker room I looked at the large mirror where I had been grabbed. I looked around for any sign of what had occurred but there was nothing. I couldn’t even see a single drop of slime. As I glanced around, my eyes locked with the man who had walked in on my ordeal. I immediately felt my face become warm from the blushing and I looked away. I continued my way out of the gym passing by two women who were giggling to themselves, no doubt the two who had heard me in the locker room.
The warm night air was refreshing as I took several deep breaths in. I had made it out of the gym and almost to my car. The wet spot in my pants had grown and if anyone was looking I was sure they would be able to see it. I could feel my wetness forming between my pussy and the pants as they shifted while I walked. I made it to my car taking a moment to focus.
My body was still responding to the material of my clothing. I started my car and rolled down the windows. My phone connected to my car’s Bluetooth and began playing some music. I pulled out of my parking spot and began driving home.
Focusing on the road was more difficult than I thought it would be. My body was still aroused and the effects of the slime were not allowing it to subside. My nipples strained at their soft fabric prison. I found my mind wandering back to my attack, to the bliss of it. Just thinking about the creature seemed to increase the arousal I was already feeling.
I had become so distracted that I nearly missed the turn for my street. Quickly hitting the brakes and turning hard I was able to make the turn. My car continued down the street until I turned left into my driveway. I hit the remote and the garage door began to open. I pulled my car into the garage and closed the door behind me.
I sat there in my car composing myself, almost trying to convince myself that nothing had happened. Ten minutes had passed until I was ready to leave my car. I got out of my car grabbing my gym bag and slinging it over my shoulder. On my way to the door, I grabbed a large drop cloth and duct tape that was sitting on one of the shelves in the garage. I made it to the door to my house and entered the code into my alarm system.
Once inside I made my way through the kitchen, grabbing a large knife before heading up the stairs to my bedroom. I had a nice house as I did well for myself. It was a two-story house with a basement. There were four rooms on the top level and four large rooms on the main level with the kitchen situated in the heart of them.
The master bedroom was large and had high ceilings with the master bathroom connected. I tossed my gym bag into a corner of my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom, the knife held so tightly in my hand my knuckles were white and my hand ached. I snuck my hand into the bathroom, hitting the light switch before ducking my head in and out quickly.
I couldn’t see any motion and the large mirror framing my double vanity looked completely normal. I tentatively stepped into the bathroom still holding the knife out in front of me. I set the drop cloth onto the ground and carefully put the knife down next to it, ensuring that it was well within my reach. I tore a piece of the duct tape and grabbed one corner of the drop cloth.
I moaned again as I tried to climb on top of the counter. My clothes were still providing too much stimulus to my sensitive skin. I quickly pulled them off, letting the soft moans escape my lips. I was now able to climb onto the counter with less difficulty and distraction. I took the first corner and taped it above the top right corner of the mirror.