She was exhausted. She had just finished a double shift at the hospital, her third one this week. She was thankful that tomorrow was her day off and was excited about sleeping in and having a healthy, warm breakfast in the morning. Just one more stop at the grocery store and she would be home, hopefully in her hot tub within the next hour.
On her way to her beach home, a storm was rolling in over the Northern Atlantic. She loved storms and the power of the ocean; she just hoped she would make it home before the torrential downpour started. As she arrived home, the garage door wouldn't open and as luck would have it, the rain had begun. She parked as close as she could to the front door, grabbed her purse and groceries and darted towards the house.
Thankfully the porch light was motion sensitive and flicked on, kindly welcoming her home. She fumbled for a minute unlocking the door and finally made it in.
She placed her bags down and placed her hands on the table as she removed her shoes. As she looked up into the mirror, she thought to herself, "what a hot mess I am.".
She was standing there, drenched. Her long, curly, red hair and her nurses uniform was soaked. She looked like a girl you would see on the cover of a men's magazine...hot nurse drenched.
Just then, the lights flickered as a crack of thunder sounded off in the distance. The sound made her jump with excitement. She hustled into bathroom and started filling the tub and lit some lavender candles.
As the tub was filling, she started to undress. The coldness of her wet clothes was starting to give her chills and the steam from the hot water felt good against her skin. She stood there wearing her lacy white bra and her white boyshorts and went into the kitchen.
As she was placing the groceries away, she was excited. The storm looked like it was growing in intensity. The sky would light up with heat lightning and the rain was pounding hard against the roof. She could see the waves crashing against the shore and smell the fresh air from the opened kitchen window. She poured herself a glass of merlot and went back to the tub with wineglass and bottle in hand.
She effortlessly removed her bra and panties and felt the water with her hand - it was perfect. She turned off the light and then slipped into the tub.
The water felt like magic on her skin. The warmth of it quickly penetrated her and removed all fragments of any coldness that she felt; she immediately had chills from the pleasure it was giving her.
She leaned her head back, and took a sip of her wine as she watched the storm brewing outside. The few trees in her yard were swaying back and forth, the crashing of the waves were becoming more intense and the rain was slowing up just a little.
She felt peace.
It had been a rough few days, however to live like this it was worth it. Ever since her childhood, she loved the water - and owning a house on a lake was a dream, but on the ocean that was paradise to her.
She poured herself another glass of wine and then placed her eye mask on. She could feel her body becoming tingly with everything that was happening. The warm water, the smell of the candles, the roar of mother nature outdoors and of course the sweet wine flowing through her body. She was almost there, a perfect state of relaxation.
Lying there, her hand slowly moved out of the water and opened a small box on the crest of the tub. Her body began to quiver as she was full of anticipation for what was coming next, as she pulled her glass dildo out of the case.
She pulled the dildo into the water to let it warm up. She had been wet ever since she saw the first thunderhead on her way home this evening - something about water and storms just turned her on and her pussy was throbbing for a good fucking.
