I love to masturbate in the shower. I have multiple shower heads, with one that is connected to a hose so it's able to be used as needed. There are different settings on this shower head that includes a pulsating massage. The shower is set back into a corner; the outside walls creating a three angled glass front, with the door in the middle slate of glass. There are multiple buttons that can be used to select which spouts of water are on. My favorite setting is the rain, tiny holes in the ceiling that let the warm water fall softly over the whole shower. Along with the shower head on the hose set to a pulsating massage.
There are three seats, one in each corner. The shower was obviously built for other uses besides daily hygiene. Other than the little crevices in the walls for soap and shampoo there is also a closed cubby. This has a corner click release that opens the door. In there is where I keep my favorite toys.
Tonight I have a friend coming over. He's a man I met online and we've been having great fun explaining to each other our wildest sex fantasies. Finally it has gotten to the point to where the fantasies are no longer enough and I asked him to visit me. He's from out of town, but he gladly agreed to get a plane ticket to come be with me for the night. His name is Brock, and he is very handsome, I know from the fabulous webcam that we've used.
From what I can tell, he's tall... he has short dark hair, and almost black eyes. He has a slightly furry chest and the hair runs down the middle of his stomach and matching pubic hair. His member is quite pleasing, at least from the view of the camera. My best guess is that he is about eight or nine inches long and has plenty of girth to satisfy.
I just finished my shower, as he is due to be at the door within the hour. In the shower I used my pulsating massage shower head and held it against my clit. While my other hand was working my slim waterproof vibrator inside my pussy. I didn't want to seem too eager for him tonight. I had an orgasm quickly then continued on with my shower. My makeup is now finished and I have the widescreen wall mount TV on. Something about the origin of peanut butter was on, but later we'll be watching the movie that I have already set up in the DVD player.
My place is smaller, a loft on the twelfth floor of a downtown building. The door is a massive steel door, with an ice box handle. When opened it swings wide. The walls of my place are of a very dark brunette brick with recessed lighting and the ceilings are high. Just inside the door there is the only room in the place to the right, a normal bathroom with the toilet, sink and a regular bath. The walls of the bathroom running all the way to the ceiling, decorated as the other walls in my apartment are, with various paintings I've fallen in love with over the years.
Following the wall to the right, in the corner that the bathroom wall creates, is the standing shower that I love so much. Next is the bed, a California King, beside it on either side are end tables, each with reading lights and a box of tissues. Then there is my armoire, thick and long to hold my many outfits. After that is where the kitchen starts, on that same wall are the cabinets and the pantry. Then turning the corner there are more cabinets and the range. These are broken from the rest of the kitchen by a massive window that runs from the floor to the ceiling. Turning the corner, there are more cabinets and the fridge. To wrap it all up there is an island in the middle, which includes more cabinets, the sink and the dishwasher.
Moving along the last wall, where the kitchen ends is the living room. Since I am in the corner loft, the entire north wall of the living room is glass. Again they are from the floor to the ceiling. This intimated me when I first moved in, but the super assured me that the glass is at least six inches thick. Which over the years I began to believe, when the window washers are there on Sundays, I can barely hear them squeaking against the glass. There are massive curtains that I have stuffed into the corner that run along a track on the ceiling. These are only closed on the days that the washers are there. Otherwise they are wide open, inviting the view of the city into my life on a daily... and nightly basis. The curtain in the kitchen is closed in the mornings and while I'm at work, to keep out the beating sun rising in the east.
The living room is complete with a massive entertainment center. The wall mounted TV, a Boss stereo and the staggering shelves of movies are on the wall with the door. The living room set consists of a three cushioned couch and two matching recliners. They're upholstered with a dark mahogany leather. The three pieces of furniture wrap around a massive glass coffee table, perfectly centered on a rug. The entire place is run through with hardwood floors that are stained dark to match the walls.
I fell in love with the place the first time I saw it, and I've been living here... alone... for the last five years. I get the view of the city without the hustle and bustle of the streets below. On the first floor of the building is everything I need. There are restaurants and clothing stores, bars and clubs. Just across the street is a market. I barely ever have to leave the block, unless I'm off to take the subway to work. The subway is only –
He's here! I'm up on my feet in no time in response to the knock on the door, but I pause to take a deep breath. I can't show him how enthused I am that he's come to visit. I take a few steps from the couch that I was sitting on and reach for the door. I take another deep breath and pull the latch. The door swings open slowly and I step back to allow it room to swing. There standing in the door way is the man I have been waiting for, in more sense than one.
"Hi," he said, throwing me that brilliant smile, creating the dimple in his left cheek that I love so much.
"Hi," was my reply and I step back to let him in. He takes a few steps into the room and looks around in awe as I close the door behind him, locking it when it shut.
"Would you like a drink?" I usher him to put his bag by the end of my bed and invite him to follow me to the kitchen.
"Uh, sure." He's still gazing around the place. "You've got a really nice place here." It didn't sound like he was saying it just to be nice.
"Yes, I absolutely love it here." I popped open the top of his favorite beer, I made sure it was on hand, and I gave it to him. He takes it and I open my own.
"Well, here's to finally meeting." He said and holds his bottle up to cheers. I clink my bottle with his and smile as we both take a drink.
"Shall we watch some TV?" I started walking back into the living room and he follows, I can feel his eyes on my back side. I put on the sexiest short dress I have, and it's paid off. I sit on the couch and he sits right next to me, setting his beer down on the table.
