It was early evening on a hot summer day as Olivia paced around her bedroom, shedding sweaty clothes and leaving them strewn about without much thought. Her hair felt remarkable clean despite the gardening and other activities she had done that day, but in many places her mocha skin shined with the evidence of heavy perspiration. Her socks had been discarded underneath a chair, and now her feet felt free and comfortable as they strode across the carpet. Her favorite blue jeans lay draped over the back of the same chair, and the pants looked just as tired as Olivia should have felt right then considering how much she had done that day.
But despite a very active life and a very active day in particular Olivia felt restless. She kept moving around her room as she shed her clothes, half because she was enjoying the feeling of the cool carpet underfoot... and half because she was too damn hot to stand still. She labored a bit to pull off her tank top, her breasts heaving for a moment with the daisy-yellow fabric before being freed. As they bounced back into place beads of sweat ran between and over them, tickling Olivia as she tossed her top to the side, completely uncaring as to where the article of clothing landed.
Olivia just stood there for a moment and breathed. Now that she was wearing nothing but white panties it finally felt as if there was little left to hold unwanted heat to her body. She stood there with her eyes half closed, absorbed in the feeling of her air-conditioned house as the cool air flowed over the curves of her body, removing her discomfort. Her sense of restlessness, her feeling of unexpressed energy had built slowly over the past two weeks, and she knew all to well what it meant. She was horny, she was sensual, and she was very much hoping to be visited again by the strange powers that had pleasured her so fully the month before.
She touched her glistening skin, feeling both the coolness of the air and the inner heat of her fingers upon her body at once. She ran her hands down the top of her breasts... slowly, her fingers gliding smoothly over her moist skin. Slick fingers touched rapidly cooling nipples, and she held them in her warm grip, feeling her body drift into an increasingly aroused and sensual state. The cool air flowed over her shoulders, across her back, under the curves of her breasts, down over her stomach, and across her thighs. The only place upon her body where heat still remained trapped close to her was between her legs, and she was coming to enjoy the sensation.
Within her white panties it felt like a sauna, and as she slid her hand down and touched her increasingly erogenous zone she decided that taking a nice long shower sounded very good indeed.
Olivia's bathroom was modest on the whole, but at least her shower was larger and classier than the average fare. She could spread out; she could stretch her arms a bit and caress the smooth, ivory colored walls. After adjusting the water from outside, she climbed into the misty atmosphere of the shower, admiring the floral patterns decorating the walls around her and being reminded by her surroundings of a greenhouse. She took her showerhead down from its holder and began to indulge her body in the joy of the liquid warmth.
The water was not too hot, and therefore still felt refreshing, but in some places it did not feel quite warm enough. She lifted the showerhead and poured the caressing water through her hair, feeling it brush through her long curly hair in long, warm strokes. Much of the water flowed down her back, speeding between her shoulder blades and tickling down her spine. She lifted her chin and poured the water upon the front of her neck, feeling it cascade downwards over the front of her body.
It dove between her breasts, cascaded over their tops, and flowed off the ends of her shapely bosom as if she were an erotic water feature, a beautiful Venus perhaps. And as the warm water flowed across her stomach and down her legs she felt like a goddess... a goddess very grounded in the world of earthly delights. The water cascaded through the curls of her pubic hair and stroked all of the sensitive skin within, traveling farther and farther down between her legs with an exploring warmth. Her body was feeling abnormally sensitive to its touch, and yet still it only scratched the surface of her need for stimulation. Smiling happily at the freedom her privacy afforded, she brought the showerhead lower down the front of her body... and lower...
Its many thin jets of water tickled and teased her body in a unique way as they passed over her, and as they began to part her pubic hair Olivia's mouth opened with lust, her tongue sweeping over her lips in response to the enticing and promising sensation. Her free hand kneaded one of her sizable breasts with a passion and a sense of uninhibited joy, and as she brought the showerhead further down soon the region around her clitoris sang with a similar sense of free joy. Her aroused love button pulsed with erotic energy underneath its cover, and Olivia moved her free hand down to better expose it. As she pulled back its sheath and pushed it into greater prominence under the jets, she was hit with an intense ecstasy which caused her to let out an excited moan.
Unbeknownst to her at that moment, her inner energy had suddenly sent out a pulse into her surroundings. In that sudden burst of eroticism, lust, and passion, Olivia had sent out the equivalent of a powerful message that stirred the energies of the unseen world around her. She had assumed that after her experience in that erotic dimension that she was now somewhere far away from its influence, that she would have to wait until she next dreamt in order to feel its touch again.
But the energies of that plane had lingered with her, and though she was unaware of it, they were keeping her company more and more as a secret power developed within her soul. Her pulse of passion and intention now gave them the necessary bridge they needed to manifest in her company, and to affect the physical world...
As Octavia moved the showerhead over her clitoris in a variety of patterns, she noticed something... change, as if there was some other force in her presence. At first her gut reaction was to fear the unknown, but as she opened her eyes a little to look around she was greeted a familiar, soft red hue. She was astonished; the room seemed to have taken on a slowly pulsing red hue, and then she realized that it was actually not the lighting of the room itself but in fact an effect upon her very eyes. Waves of soft red washed over her vision, and her body began to feel energized and increasingly sensitive all over. She knew intuitively that she had nothing to fear from the unexpected presence, and as she felt every surface of her body become aroused and more sensitive, she felt anticipation for what was to come next.
Despite her initial surprise, she now made a coy smile, and moved the showerhead slowly downwards and in between her legs, her breathing deepening with excitement. But an unseen hand seemed to take hold of the showerhead, or perhaps something now animated it, either way, she felt its weight disappear in her grasp. She slowly loosened her grip on the handle and discovered that it now floated in place, unaffected by gravity. She smiled with awe at the enchantment she was witnessing, and then she smiled for completely different reasons as the showerhead continued on its journey.
As it swept between her legs Olivia passionately squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, and as the many jets of water played upon her lower lips she let out a long, soft moan. The showerhead angled its head forward and began to move back and forth between her athletic legs so that some of the streams also played across her clitoris. Olivia made a primal purr of pleasure and one of her hands shot outwards to brace her self against the shower wall. She was so absorbed in sensation that she didn't even stop to feel amazement as the water from the showerhead began to run UP the curves of her body.
