This time, I had given myself some desperately-needed pleasure, but had saved the best for later.This time, I had given myself some desperately-needed pleasure, but had saved the best for later. Consequently, I felt both better and worse, and unbelievably hot. Brian wouldn't have a chance when he got back. Not that he wanted one. As I descended, inch by inch, from the pleasure hill of lust, I became uncomfortably aware of my damp clothes, plastered to my skin with sweat. I felt sticky, and I felt smelly, and naturally decided to take a shower. After all, I would be squeaky clean for when Brian returned, it would blow some time, and perhaps cool me down a little. Right. I stepped into the shower, with the water moderately hot, and for several long moments, simply let the water douse me thoroughly, standing under the full blast and literally inundating myself. Finally, I moved from the spray, took up a bar of soap, and began to lather my body. This was a mistake, for two reasons. First, my hands, gliding slickly over the sensitive skin of my body, felt too damn good. I sighed as I lathered the soap through the hair between my legs, and dragged a soapy hand between my cunt lips. I shuddered as I soaped up my stomach and breasts, my nails scraping through the slick layer of soap and tittilating my nipples. I bit my lip as I lathered the cheeks of my ass, and groaned as I pushed a slippery finger up my hole. The second reason was the soap. It was a scented soap, and smelled richly of sandalwood. I had brought this soap with me on purpose, because the scent of sandalwood does certain THINGS to me. Sandalwood is my own personal sexual pheremone, it seems; it has an exaggerated and inexplicable effect on my libido. It excites me. And as the rich, balsamic scent wafted up from the bar in my hands and from the lather on my body, I became heady with lust again. So, with the combined stimulation of my self-stroking, and the wildly exciting scent of sandalwood making my stomach flutter, it was no wonder that images of an excruciatingly erotic nature began to assault my mind, which was by then as fogged by lust as the shower was by steam. |