Wet HNT

I dive into the blasting stream of water, trying desperately to adjust the temperature so my skin doesn’t melt. I shave my legs and take inventory of everything else to assure a pleasant experience should anything happen. I sigh, deeply and inwardly hoping it would. I run my hands over my body and critique myself, I suppose I’m good… yeah, everything’s cool.

As my fingers reach my pubic hair, I hesitate for a moment. Knowing that with these thoughts of him careening rampant through my head, and the sweet dream I had last night; if I touch myself I am sure to have one great orgasm. But, should I? It could desensitize myself for the rest of the day… *devils advocate*

I give in and reach down between my legs with both hands. Gently and slowly I run my fingers up and down, spreading my lips apart slightly to feel the hot water dribble down my slit. I decide to prop one leg up on the ledge to accommodate penetration, and lean to the other side of the shower to ensure my balance… the water cascades over my head and down my shoulders, parting at my breasts except for a small stream that trickled slightly over my hardened nipple.

One hand plays and tugs my clit as the other moves down, traveling through my labia and into my pussy. I tilt my head back, opening my mouth to catch the water inside, and then letting it well a bit before it spills out and down my chin. The finger that teases my clit circles faster and excitedly, while the other digs deep into my hot hole. The scenario’s I project in my head of us together amplify, and the fantasies become realities in my lustful soul… I am needy, I am wanting. I am abundant.

I shut my eyes tightly and let out a moan as I pump myself deeper and deeper with every re-entry. My other hand moves slowly from my swollen mound and up my stomach. Arriving at my tight nipple, still being teased by the shower water. I pinch a bit and then subside, just circling the tip of my finger around the areola. I feel a gush of warmth on my working hand and release an intense orgasm. I throb with pleasure and fulfillment.

But then, I stand there a bit in the hot water still barreling into my skin with the force of a monsoon. I am noticing the weakness of my knees, and the flush of my face. I inhale the steam deeply and commence to shut off my shower.

I sigh deeply as I twist the knobs to 'off', and grab my fluffy towel.

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I love morning showers. Morning showers are the best, second only to evening candle light showers and playful after sex showers.
BUT.

The towel off afterwards is even better.



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