I stepped into the water, letting the heat coat my naked body, letting the water soak into me. I put my head under, and the water dripped off of the wet strands of my hair. The droplets ran down my bare skin.
I ran my hands through my hair, spreading my fingers throughout. Then my hands wandered onto my body. They slid over my shoulders, down my arms, around my stomach, down my chest to my hips. They slid over my entire body as I closed my eyes to feel the strokes.
My fingertips teased over my wet nipples, causing them to harden and a tingle to awaken between my legs. My fingers wandered down my damp flesh, following the streams of water to find my clit. I felt my sensations arouse even more.
I turned and pressed my back into the shower wall. It was cold and clammy against my hot skin. I mentally manifested the feeling of of a big, hard cock pushing inside of me as my mind begged to feel a strong body pressing me into the wall.
My fingers dropped and found my lips, wet and slippery. I began to massage my own skin, sliding back and forth over my clit, teasing my opening. Soft moans were escaping my mouth and competing with the sound of the spray as the pleasure began to roll up my body.
I began to rub my clit more vigorously as the sensations grew. I felt the sparks fly up my nerves. The raging tingle grew from below my fingertips. My head dropped back against the wall; my feet dug into the floor of the tub.
I edged towards orgasm as the feeling blinded me. I rubbed harder and harder until the muscles in my arm burned at the movement. My screams echoed against the bathroom walls, filled the room. I cried out and jerked as the orgasm shuttered through me. It ravaged me and left me drained.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. I put my head under the water. I couldn’t hear. The sound of the water was blurred away. I touched my clit in circular strokes as it screamed back in sensitivity.
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