You slam the door as you leave. Your flight is leaving in two hours and there is no time for final words. Our argument has been brief and fiery, like our relationship. After my anger leaves me, I wonder what might happen when you return the next day. What did I want to have happen?
Being the dead of winter in the Northeast, there is not much opportunity for outdoor activity, so I spend the first day of the first hours glad to be rid of you. I start a long hot shower and let the steam fill the bathroom. After washing my short auburn hair, I sit on the little bench and let the water pound my body. Warmed first, then hot I find my fingers between my legs, stroking myself. I hadn't realized...
It feels good; spreading my legs apart, my fingers find the nub of my sex and a cold shiver runs up my spine. Closing my eyes now, I tease myself, rubbing and touching my clit with the slightest of touches. My left hand goes to my breast. My nipple is hard, like a bead of ruby glass; my fingers pull gently at first, then more urgently as the heat rises in my loins. Supporting my right breast--the weight of my breasts has always made me feel sexy--the reflection in the glass of the shower, shows me caressing my naked body and the first small quivers run through my body.
Now my hand traces the line between the lips of my pussy. They are slippery and swollen with excitement and part as my fingers enter. My body is on fire now. My right hand pinches my clit harder as first one finger, and then two fingers from my left hand start to fuck my pussy. Looking in the steamy reflection of the glass, I see a women in her early thirties, legs spread wide, mouth wide open, panting, trying to catch air, heaving breasts, a random strand of hair across the forehead. Then I come, eyes wide open in the reflection, a trembling orgasm. Then I moan loudly in the enclosure of the shower, a second orgasm, I feel my fingers deep within my body being gripped by my pussy. Warm, wonderful, Ummmmm.
