You're at work again, and I just finished another chapter of our novel. The first steamy sex scene between our two main characters got me all hot and squirmy for you, and I can't stop thinking about getting my hands on your body and kissing and caressing every inch of your skin, especially your cock. I lick my lips in anticipation of feeling you in my mouth and the tangy taste of your cum on my tongue.
I leave the chapter on the computer screen and tape a note to it. I know you will see it when you come home. "I'm all wet thinking of you. Strip and join me in the shower, lover." I've been naked all day. I never bothered to get dressed from this mornings romp in the sheets. It's too hot for clothes anyway, but I still turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it, because anything cooler than the hot flush of my skin will kill my revved up libido. The hot spray drips down my front and teases my already hard nipples until I groan and start pinching them myself, imagining your hands. I can feel the blood gather inside them as they pucker under the tips of my fingers. I move one hand down my ribcage and to my hip, massaging the tight muscles, and running my hand up the inside of my thigh, pretending its your hand teasing me.
My fingers trail over my swollen pussy lips down my slit, lightly tickling the inner lips until my middle finger is coated in my silky juices. I have to turn my back towards the spray of the hot water so it doesn't wash away my natural wetness. My overly sensitive back gets the full effect of the cascading water, making me gasp and arch my back in pure pleasure. Any tickling sensations on my back and butt send sparks through my whole body and makes my pussy spasm. I can't stand the teasing anymore and move my wandering finger to my swollen clit.
At this point I have been aroused for hours writing, so I know it won't take much to send me over the edge. I move my finger in a slow circle, all around my clit and narrow in on the protruding tip of the most sensitive and exposed nerve on my entire body.
"Ooohhh," I throw my head back and moan, my eyes closed, as my finger finds just the right spot. I work my finger up and down over the nub, rocking my hips as the sensations build in the center of my body. The pleasure center of my brain is entirely focused one what I'm doing between my legs, making my whole body tremble just a little.
My finger is moving faster and a little harder as the wave builds to quick peak, my hips rocking, the shower water totally forgotten. Each time my hips rock forward, exposing my clit more, I cry out in breathy little moans I can't seem to control. Hearing my own sounds of pleasure just makes it that much more intense. My legs are shaking so badly from the attention to my clit I have to move closer to the back wall of the shower and lean my head forward on it, and hold myself up and I furiously move my finger over and over my throbbing clit. My fingers are covered in my own juices and makes my finger slip over my clit in such a way that I can't put enough pressure on it, driving me to an even higher state of arousal.
My legs are trembling so bad I slide down to the bottom of the tub, because I know I can't support my own weight anymore. The hot water is lukewarm now, but I'm beyond caring as my finger finds the spot on the side of my clit that drives me wild.
"Oh fuck!" I moan, planting my feet on the bottom of the tub and arching my hips up, imagining your mouth there. "Ian!" My head is thrown back, my hips rocking up and back down in time with my finger, my body lost in the gasping shudders of an intense orgasm. I have to slow my finger down as I cum for you, because my clit is so sensitive, pulsing with blood and sensations.
When I come back down to earth and manage to open my eyes, I find myself laying on the bottom of the tub, with one leg thrown over the side, and the other up against the wall, spread as wide as I can get myself. I sigh contentedly, and close my eyes again, and drift off, with my hand still soaked in my cum, resting over my pussy.
That's how you find me, when you come home, laying on the bottom of the tub in a post climax mini coma, my fingers still on my pussy, legs spread wide, just for you.
I only open my eyes when I hear you pull back the shower curtain and groan. "Did you make yourself cum, darling?" You smile knowingly, naked like I asked.
