Slipping into the shower following a long day, Susan stretches her neck. It has been a day of sitting behind a computer, a day of dealing with people, and a day of great sexual twinges. It’s been a while for Susan, so it had urprised her when, during a phone call to a client, she feeltvherself slicken. The smooth sultry voice had slipped through her mind like warmed honey. Now, with the warm water hitting her chest, she picks up the bar of jasmine-scented soap and, rubbing it between her hands, creates a lather.
Thinking about her day, Susan slides her soaped hands over her arms, and towards her breasts. The gentle touch, and lubrication of the soap, wakens her nipples, which stand erect., their points greeting the world. Well, the world of her shower, at least.
Moving her hands to her neck, Susan gentle massages the tension built up from a day of stress, and contemplates the other tension she’s been feeling. When last did she take care of herself? Far too long ago it seems. The hot water sliding over her body makes her skin tingle, and she turns her back to the soft jets. Soaping her stomach, she runs her hands over the wet skin, feeling the softness. The gentle curves of her body now sparkle with the soft, small soap suds.
Reaching down, Susan washes her legs, one at a time, thinking why would anyone think a shower is a good place to have sex? The shower seems too cramped, and too functional for such. But, then again, has she ever had the chance to try? Washing her feet, cleaning between her toes, Susan wonders about foot fetishes. And if she’d ever give that a try…
Straightening up, Susan feels her way back to her breasts, and turns towards the streams of warmth. Standing under the direction of the shower, Susan contemplates the tingles between her legs. And what she should do about the slicked vulva that has been begging for attention all day. She could call that friend she has an arrangement with, but Susan senses this aching requires a more urgent intervention.
Tracing her right hand towards the patch of hair that marks the start of her labia, Susan decides that this is definitely going to be a solo adventure. One finger pushes its way past her neatly maintained pubis, and onto her clit. Hmmm. The wetness of the water is very different to the slickness of her vulva. Susan makes small, decisive circular movements around her clit which has drawn itself out, ready for any and all attention it will receive. She decides that, as much as this feels lovely right now, laid out on her bed is the best place to truly pay attention to her needs.
Turning off the taps, Susan opens the shower door. The sudden rush of cool air hits her warm skin, giving her goosebumps. Nipples now standing at full attention, Susan notices in the mirror how perky her breasts look when she stands up straighter. Good to remember, for when she may need it. Running the towel over her body, drying herself, Susan rolls her shoulders, readying herself for what she hopes will be a very good time.
Towel wrapped around herself, she walks into her bedroom, turns on her computer, and finds a music playlist. It seems today is a day for instrumental rock. Briefly Susan thinks about finding literotica on her computer, but decides her phone will be better for that.
Dropping her towel over the back of her armchair, Susan looks down at her soft, warm body, contemplating the desire that is firmly rooted within her pelvis. Grabbing her body cream, Susan spreads a thin layer of the milky lotion over her body. The smell of the jasmine soap mingles with the orchid and frangipani of the cream.
Gathering up her phone, Susan begins flicking through her preferred literotica site while lying on her bed. The key is in finding the story that works for the mood, but Susan doubts that it is as important today.
Finding a story, she taps on its link, pausing briefly to look at the advert with the woman with large breasts who is apparently only two miles away and begging for company.
With her left hand holding the phone and scrolling, her right hand slides back towards her slickened interior. Finding her clitoris again, Susan starts reading. Slow, deliberate rotations around her clit, and the inspiration of the story gears Susan up.
Starting lightly, barely applying pressure, her right index finger rolls around the nib. Something she never really understood about people was their insistence that the clit must be approached like a punching bag. Instead, Susan wished people would start the way she does, allowing for a steady rise in pressure and pleasure. As the story on her phone begins heating up, so does Susan. Feeling her vagina call for penetration, she knows she’s beyond aroused. Leaving her clit momentarily, Susan pushes two fingers towards her G-spot, where she pushes, hard, fast and repeatedly, adding a new level of excitement.
Deciding that the story has done its job, she tosses her phone to the side. Now the real fun starts. Right hand back on clit, fingers working the patterned motion she knows will work, her left hand is at the entrance to her tightening vagina, with two fingers ready, but waiting. Paying attention to her clit, Susan ups the pressure and pace. Feeling her back arch and her pelvis tip involuntarily, it won’t be hard to get where she wants to go. Pushing the waiting fingers past the entrance, and towards the coveted G-spot, while maintaining the steady rise of beautiful pleasure stemming from her clit, Susan feels the heightening of her mountain.
Rhythmically pumping her G-spot, alongside the pattern of circulation around her clit, Susan begins her final ascent. Now she knows she is close, wishing someone could grab her nipples and press them between finger and thumb. In fact, someone right now, taking control over her G-spot, penetration of any form, while biting down on her…
The steady build of tension reaching close to its head, Susan longs for an orgasm. Her vagina calls out for release, her clit seemingly groaning with desire. Harder and harder. Stronger and stronger. And the gripping muscles begin to tighten. The feeling of being drawn closer into her body, her torso clenching down.
Through the absolute building of tension, Susan’s breathing becomes erratic, her heart racing. A small moan escapes her lips as she feels the sudden white light pulsate simultaneously down her thighs, through her torso. The shooting stars find her eyes as her body rolls through the tightening and releasing, the throbbing of Susan’s entire pelvis, which has lifted itself up, as if to greet the inescapable pleasure pouring itself into her body and mind.
The two fingers deep within Susan, drenched with the sweet scented juice of passion are gripped by the pulling tighter and release of her muscles. A series of strong clenches around her hand send shivers down her back as she pulls the fingers from their captor. Bringing her left hand to her face, Susan is in awe of the power yielded by two fingers, and sucking them clean, she feels her torso shudder with delight. Tracing her right hand away from her clit, and across her soft warm body, Susan’s nails raise goosebumps’s, as the nerves settle from the explosions and contractions that have kept rippling through.
The steady softening of the release has put Susan into a stupor, her mind and body swimming in the aftermath of delicious outpourings. Casting a soft blanket over her bare skin, feeling each inch of her body make contact with the covering, Susan rests her head against her pillow. Now contemplating the next time, thinking that that friend could be called on to share in the joy…
