Morning Shower

Disappointed, Laura turned on the shower and undressed. She hoped he would be home before she had to go to work, but he called to say he had to work late.

Stepping under the pulsing hot water, she ran her fingertips up and down her arms, wishing he was with her. With her arms over her head, she lathered shampoo into her hair. Arching her back a little to show off her beautiful breasts, she imagined he was standing in front of her. As her fingers massaged her scalp, she remembered his hands soothing her.

Turning and turning, with a song in her head, she rinsed her hair, letting the water flow over her and sooth her. She wanted him so badly this morning.

Seductively caressing herself as he would, her hands followed her own shape. She imagined it was his hands squeezing her breasts; his lips and teeth nibbling at her nipples as she pinched them between her fingers. She felt that lovely surge from her nipples to her belly, making her just as wet inside as the shower made her skin.

Continuing to slowly caress her own curves, soap in hand, she lathered herself in a most sensual manner. Making slow sweeping swirls with the soap, she covered her body with lather, around each breast, lingering, cupping them tenderly. She circled her hips, and made long strokes up and down her belly, ending each time just inside her pussy. She rounded her bottom, remembering his most loving touch, slipping a finger in and out of herself the way he does.

One at a time, she lathered a leg and propped it on the side of the tub while she shaved every curve, picturing him holding her foot all the while. She lathered her pussy and shaved for him, trimming to a neat little heart shape. She explored her inner regions with her finger, sliding in and out, up over her clitoris and back. This repeated action put a dreamy smile on her face, still feeling his hand instead of her own. Her hips were following the movements of her hands, and she was very close to finishing alone.

Stepping back under the water, her hands slid over her tingling body, catching a nipple with her thumb, and slipping the fingers of her other hand over her bud and into her pussy on the way. She was so close, now.

She felt a change in the air and opened her eyes, and asked with a big smile. “When did you get in?”

“Just as you got into the shower”, he grinned, “I enjoyed watching!”

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