Masturbating In The Shower

True Erotic Story Submitted By Tanya

I thought about seeing him all day. After hours of torturing myself with responsibilities and errands, I finally went home and ran a tub of hot bathwater. As I squirted the Oil of Olay "Quench" body wash in the water, I laughed as I thought of my thirst for his cock being quenched by his cum squirting on my tongue. I undressed, looked in the mirror, noticed how pink my nipples were, and how my h-cup tits looked swollen and tighter.

I have lost some weight, and I hope that my boobs don't get smaller when I lose more. I am always self-conscious, seeing myself naked, but I was so horny that I assured myself that I was proportionate and still had a womanly shape, and I am only as sexy as I feel.

Listening to my lust instead of my head, I lowered myself into the hot water. I flinched a little as my swollen clit was the first part of me to touch the hot, wet water. I rubbed the soapy bubbles all over me, and the aroma reminded me of the same "Quench" lotion I wore almost every time I saw him.

As I rubbed the slick sweet soap on my breasts, I imagined he was fucking my tits with his hard wide cock. I pinched my nipples as I washed them, and after they were rinsed, I had the sudden urge to lick my hard pink nipple and see what it tasted like. It wasn't difficult to get to; I cupped my hand around part of my breast and felt the weight and the soft jiggly flesh and stuck out my tongue.

The little bumpy brown area felt really good on my tongue. I swirled it around and flicked my erect nipple and tugged at it slightly with a suck. I stopped there to save the sucking for him. He does it soooo good anyway. I squirted some of the creamy white body wash on the top of my pussy next. It felt so good to finally touch it. The hair on the top feels so good on my fingers when it's all soapy.

My fingers slid around easily on my pussy lips because they are shaved smooth and slick. My clit was sticking out above my full, and plump pussy lips, and my fingers touched it with every stroke I made with my soapy hand. Whew, I had to stop, but not before I stuck my finger inside the opening. I wanted to be sure it was fresh and clean. When I raised my hand out of the water, I was glad to see that the water hadn't washed the juice off my finger. Mmm, it tasted sweet and fresh and made me want to taste his cum. It was thicker and always hot and always a lot of it.

Next, I shaved my legs and soaped up my feet and slid my fingers between my toes. I scrubbed my feet with the soft brush and was imaging how my feet would look in those sandals he likes with my painted toenails.

Well, time was getting away from me. I hadn't even called him to tell him I was coming for sure. I rinsed off in cold water and dried off as quickly as I could. I was in such a hurry to get over there; I didn't even fix my hair, I just took out the clip and let my hair fall down on my shoulders, the hot steam made soft brown curls, so I just tossed it around with my fingers and let it go. I thought of how it felt when he held my long hair as I sucked his cock I never even told him that I secretly had wished for someone to do that he just did it one day. Not too hard but not to easy either.

I slipped on my hose and grabbed my heels, and rushed out the door feeling sexy and so horny and anticipating the evening. On the way over, I put on some lip-gloss, but my cheeks were flushed red, so I didn't need any blush. I looked down at my cleavage and noticed that my chest and the tops of my tits were red too. I knew then that he would be able to see right away how horny I was. When I called him, I could tell he wasn't really expecting me to come, and he said he would get in the shower. I thought maybe he might leave the door unlocked, and I could go in and surprise him in the shower.

I was surprised to find him still working; he looked up with those beautiful blue eyes and smiled. It was nice to just go immediately to him and feel his body with a warm hug. He said he was hot and sweaty, and I replied that I didn't care, that's the way I liked it. He is always sexy, even when he's working. Once I saw him working in a one-piece blue uniform/suit for painting or something and was so turned on. I never knew I would be. I just wanted to unzip it, expose his chest, and see his big cock sticking out of the cloth's opening.

My mouth watered that day, thinking of it; hard but with its soft meaty head. I pictured him holding it with his hand sliding up and down his cock as he rubs it on my face and on my lips. I long for the plump, purplish head to pass my lips. When it does, I suck passionately on the tip as if the sweet cum inside was a drop of rain in a drought.

Again today, he looks so sexy and fit. He always fills out everything nicely, not too skinny and not too big, just right. He has just the right amount of muscle and softness, too. Lean and tone but big enough to make you feel like somebody's got you when they hold you. He takes care of himself and always looks distinguished and smooth, like a man who knows what he wants. His grey hair just sets off anything he wears and makes the blue in his eyes stand out even more. His hair feels so nice too, thick and short and soft. I love to run my fingers through it.

I am breathing deeper and feeling the fever that's burning all over me as we walk up the steps, and he is following closely behind me. I can't wait to have him all to myself; I wonder if I will hold back again or if I will just let go and do all the things I want to do, entirely and wildly uninhibited.