The bottle was imported, looked expensive-something I’d never buy-but I didn’t care right then. I reached for a glass, but then hesitated and gulped it straight from the bottle. I don’t know my wines well, but it was a rich dark red, heavy and flavourful, my favorite kind, and one of the best I ever had. I considered taking it with me, but just took another long swallow before heading to the shower.
I stripped off my clothes as I walked, not bothering to wait for the privacy of the bathroom. My coat, shirt and jeans made a line from the kitchen down the hall. I threw my bra in the general direction of my bedroom, but didn’t watch to see where it landed. I wiggled out of my panties in the door way to the bathroom, and closed the door behind them. I paused only to pull the elastic out of my hair and stepped into the bath, turning the hot water to high. I jumped slightly as it hit my skin, but leaned into the steaming spray.
It took me a minute to adjust to it, and I crouched down, hugging my body to my knees. I could barely stand the pain but soon it vanished, and the heat started to soak the aches from my back. Soon I was soaking; everything that wasn’t wet from the water was dripping with sweat. I could feel it running down my chest, mixing with the water, and oozing out between my breasts and thighs. The water was cascading down my back, running over my ass and merging with a stream that ran over my shoulders, down between my boobs and across my belly to my slit. As the water warmed my skin, it warmed other parts of me too, and I could feel it burning against my closed pussy lips. It was slowly turning me on, but the feeling was small compared to the built up frustrations of the day.
I slowly stretched out so I was on my hands and knees-the shower hitting my right between the shoulder blades-and I arched my back down and curved it up, working the sore muscles. My legs were stiff too, and I held my breath and leaned back, ass in the air and boobs to the floor, then reversing. It’s hard to do yoga in a bathtub, but I was doing my best. I stopped for the final time, arms straight and back arched, knees to the floor, heels brought up to my butt cheeks, boobs pressing out in between my arms, head back, eyes closed. In this position the stream of water was pounding my ass, and with my legs slightly spread, I could feel it on my slit as well. The air was thick and humid, and each breath I pulled in relaxed me more and more, and the water slowly aroused my inner workings.
I held the poise for a few more minutes, and then carefully climbed to my feet. I more relaxed then I had been, and my nipples were hard and stiff, but I wasn’t ready to deal with my body’s needs just yet. I cracked the heat in the shower and leaned my arms and head against the wall, waiting as the shower grew to sauna like temperatures.
The hot heavy air made it easier to relax, and I finally was able to think over the last few moments. I hoped the wine wasn’t for anyone special, and I wondered what my brother Michael would think, seeing my clothes like that. Were my panties inside or outside the bathroom? I chuckled quietly, trying to remember.
It was growing harder to breathe, and I had to suck deeper for each breath, but that just made it easier to forget my troubles. Each breath forced more stress out of me. All I was focusing on was breathing and the growing pulse between my legs. It twitched and moved with my heartbeat, and I focused my breathing on it too, so my entire body was in line. One breath, one pulse, one beat. I was so lost in it I didn’t hear the door open.
I jumped, startled as the shower curtain was pushed aside. My brother Michael was standing there grinning and naked. I gave him an unimpressed look over my shoulder as he climbed in behind me.
“I see you found the wine,” he said, loudly over the sound of rushing water.
I looked away guiltily. “Um yeah I did.