The Towel-Part 1

"All I wanted was a relaxing shower, but got more when i answered the door."

It had been a hard day at work, and all I wanted was a relaxing shower followed by some erotic ‘me’ time.I’d rather take a shower with someone; the feeling of having another body next to mine, naked, under a warm spray of water, is beyond words. It does not matter if it is a man’s body or a woman’s, the feeling, though different in play, is still rewarding.

Tonight will be mine alone because that is the way I want it. I am looking forward to roaming my hands all over my body as I feel my fever steadily rise, putting off the inevitable for as long as I can, then releasing my flood the same time my moans turn into a steady scream.

When I arrive home, I lock the door and make sure the blinds are pulled down. I don’t want to be disturbed once I start. As I pass by the full length mirror on the way to the bathroom, I have to stop to check out how nature is treating me. I try to take care of my body, but I have noticed some slight changes that I guess I’d better work on. I watch as I run my hands through my hair, releasing the pins holding it in place for my look in the office. I have grown my hair long because I love it when a man grabs hold of it and puts my head where he wants it to be.

I unbutton my jacket and slowly take it down both shoulders as I hold it behind both arms, holding them in place as I examine my breasts, pushing at my shirt like they are straining to be free. My blouse is gaping open, and I can see my nipples start to form little bumps creasing their spots with a darker color, even through my bra.

I take the restraining jacket off and throw it by the wall. Slowly I turn around as I watch my body, still clothed, become an instrument of pleasure. My breasts are still full and desirable, my hips are round and fluid as I move from foot to foot.

I watch my breasts move as I shake them from one side to the other. I unbutton my blouse, pull the ends from my skirt, and slowly strip for an audience of one.. I turn my back to the mirror and slowly lower one side of my skirt then the other and move my hips as I work it down. When it falls to the floor, I step out and kick it to the wall to join my jacket and my shirt.

Standing there in my black bra and thong, my spike heels accentuate my long legs. I feel so sexy as I turn around, and watch as I run my hands slowly and delicately down my sides, back up and down over my breasts. I reach behind me and undo the closures of my bra. and watch as I lower it slowly down my arms to let it drop to the ground. I feel the coolness as the air touches my nipples, and I watch as they seem to harden even more before my eyes.

I take my hands and cup them together, pushing my nipples between my fingers, making them stand out. Then I roughly squeez them, releasing them only to grab my nipples, squeeze and twist, watching the skin move as I do. I stand to the side, and take my nipples between two fingers and pull them away from my body as far as I can, stretching my breasts to their extreme. Letting go, I watch them bounce back into place.

I turn my back to the mirror and bend over. The thong disappeared into the crease between my cheeks. I start to pull it down and watch as the thong magically appears little by little until it pulls free. It drops to the floor. I pick it up along with my bra and throw them to join the rest of my clothes.

I start to take off my heels, but I love the way they make my legs feel as I walk, so those stay on as I make my way to the shower.