When I woke, I got up and showered, re-living my dreams. It felt so good to run my hands over my body, imagining he was sliding his warm soapy fingers over my smooth thighs, up around my biottom and then back down between my legs. I caressed my breasts, soap lather dripping from my nipples. Having worked myself into a frenzy I had to come, so I removed the shower head from the wall. I sprinkled the warm tickling water around my neck, under my arms, around my breasts, down my torso, and down to my bum. I leant against the cold tiles and raised my left leg, supporting my body in the small cubicle. I moved the shower head down between my legs, holding my pussy lips apart, and pulling back my clitoral hood. I began to gently tickle my clit by moving the shower head from side to side.
With so much direct stimulation my legs soon started to tremble. I turned up the pressure on the shower, and moved it closer to my pussy. My knees almost gave way to an intense orgasm, but I kept on spraying. Once again orgasmic convulsions gripped me. I slid down the wall into the sqatting position, breathing heavily in the steamy air. After recovering from my exhilarating shower I stepped out and towelled myself dry. I dressed in a very well fitting pair of trousers and a nice little strapvest top, and of course I had on my best black, lacy undies. Continued
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