My nipples got hard and my snatch got warm.My nipples got hard and my snatch got warm. I cupped my tits and held them into the spray so a stream splashed on each nipple, the sensation was so intense I could only stand it for a few seconds. Then I would shield the nipples with my fingers, rubbing and pulling. When I could stand it no longer I started soaping my bush, rubbing my hand down over my slit, pressing the palm against my clit. With the other hand I washed my ass, first the cheeks then the crack till my finger touched my anus. How long I stood with one hand rubbing my bush and the middle finger of the other hand tickling my asshole I don't know. Time didn't matter, only sensation and thought. I imagined they weren't my hands at all but his hands, touching, probing, caressing, exploring. Then the hot water ran out and I was snapped back to reality by the cold spray. I quickly rinsed off the soap, wrapped a towel around my now chilled body and headed to my room to dress. I had a lot of trouble deciding what to wear - not outerwear; underwear. I had decided earlier to wear black slacks and a peasant blouse. Should I wear sexy undies, in case things went that way, or should I wear something more conservative for the same reason? Did I want things to go that way, should I wear something that would give me more protection? Finally, I wore full size panties and a bra that had 4 hooks in the back. |