Tabitha’s first time…in the shower
9.18.13

Tabitha was just about done in the shower. Her pussy was shaved with a small, thin, trim line of black hair down the center. She liked to keep it neat, despite the fact that she was single and not seeing anyone.

She noticed that the showerhead above her in this beach house bathroom was a handheld one. She’d heard others talk about using it to get off in the shower. I could never do that. I’d fall over. She cranked the temperature; letting the scalding water relax her neck muscles on either side and down her chest, over her breasts.

Why not? She unhooked it from its cradle. She knew she didn’t have a lot of time; the other girls would be waiting. Besides, one of them might catch her. The bathroom had a pocket door and the lock was broken. That sent a ripple of excitement and anxiety over her.

She brought the nozzle tentatively to her freshly shaved snatch; it tickled. She spread herself open and her legs a little wider. It wasn’t much, but tingles started across her body. She experimented, moving it around. The rush of water invading her was like nothing she’d felt before. But she wasn’t reaching any heights, she was almost discouraged. Her fingertips grazed the protruding chrome switch to increase the pressure. He heart fluttered in excitement.

She turned it up. Higher, stronger; opening her soft tender flesh for the brutal force of the water and than the white lights began behind her lids. Her shoulder steadied her against the side of the tub, as she gasped in gulps of air. Shock and pleasure imprisoned her breath, as she stood there, captive…waiting…waiting. As the pressure mounted; as the climax built higher and higher she slowly became unaware of her surroundings.

Her knees began to waver and her orgasm ripped through her so fast, she was holding in squeals and she pulled the showerhead away.

She hung it up, out of breath; she leaned on the tub with her hand, as she tried to catch her breath. She turned off the water before she drained the town of warm water.

She stepped out and  toweled herself off; beamed in joy. This is going to be a great day. I know what I’m buying when I get home. She chuckled to herself.

In case you haven't read it yet or perhaps you have. My friend Robert Zimmermann Posted this for me on his blog A Life Among the Pages on August 12th while I was away. He's a great friend and supporter of authors, poets, etc. He also reviews, although at the moment I believe his doors are closed, he has however, been known to do a shout out every now and then for a quick read to spice up his days. Be sure to check out his work as well, one is a perma-free, "I Would" available both at Amazon and Smashwords.

So now "Washing you" because sometimes it's not about getting "clean".