And the beauty of fantasies is that they can be vivid, so I let my imagination run. Because sure, I’m a virgin but that doesn’t mean I don’t have fun on my own, there are all sorts of personal toys that I use when the need begins to burn. And being here, in Mr. Parker’s house had its own titillating edge that sent shivers down my spine.
So slowly, I parted my thighs, resting one pink, manicured foot on each edge of the tub, white legs falling apart to reveal my secret parts within. The water had little ripples, kind of like a funhouse mirror, but I could see my cunt and how it was swollen already, pink and luscious. I leaned forward to crane my head over my breasts and tantalizingly ran a finger up my thigh to stroke the crease between my leg and pussy. Mmm, that felt good.
Slowly my finger quested higher until it was tracing over my labia. Oh god, yes, the flesh grew more engorged, my lips puffing up until they were practically double their previous size, pale yet peachy at once. But it’s my clit that I’m most proud of. Because I have a huge one, when it’s aroused it literally pokes out from between my pussy folds and right now the tip was clearly visible, pulsing and throbbing, I could almost feel my heartbeat in the sensitive nub.
So with delicate fingers, I pulled my vagina apart, gazing deep down into that pink channel. Fuck, I was so wet and it wasn’t just the water. My clit pulsed harder, literally waving and bobbing now and when I brushed it with one finger, my body jerked, it felt so fucking good. Oh god, oh god, I was so aroused, so delirious from just a brush of my fingers, a little sensuous massage. My head fell back as one hand played with my pussy the other stroking a breast, pinching hard at a nipple, squeezing the soft white flesh.
Mr. Parker, I dreamed. Mmm, oh yeah. I pretended he was here with me, hot eyes on my curvy body as I pleasured myself in his guest bathroom, moaning slightly at the thought of the huge male form in this small space, filling it up, his musk a spice in the air, making me swoon with desire.
And desperate for more, I decided to take it one step further. Hey, I was in luxurious surroundings and wanted to use everything available to me. This was such a far cry from the cramped dorm shower stalls that it was time to explore, be adventurous. So with one toe, I flicked on the spigot once more, a gush of water rushing out, and scooted forward on my butt until my pussy was right under the spray. Oh yeah, that felt good. The bubbles were arousing, the swirl of the water so tantalizing on my sensitive flesh that I moaned loudly, throwing my head back, eyes half-closed. What would it be like to feel Mr. Parker’s fingers on my cunt, exploring those soft folds, running wetly through my most sensitive part?
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more pressure, I needed to feel the spray of water right against my privates. So I leaned back, bracing myself on the tub bottom, and canted my hips upwards until my pussy lifted out of the water and the rush of liquid flowed right down on my clit. Oh fuck, that was good. Now the waterfall rained onto my hotly swollen pussy and my cunt began beating, small twitches at first, my moans growing louder, literally echoing through the small chamber. Again, I was no longer in the dorms, afraid of other people hearing, so I let loose, heavy panting rising into high-pitched whines with every passing second.
Oh god, oh god, it felt so fucking amazing. But this was such an awkward position and I’m a big girl now, I can’t balance on my hands forever. So I sat back down, the water buoying me lightly, caressing my curves, my ass coming to rest on the porcelain once more. I wanted more, was desperate for more, but how to get it? Suddenly, something caught my eye. Holy cow, could it be true? Why hadn’t I noticed before? Because right next to the spigot was a removable shower head, the kind that you can hold in your hand while you spray yourself, rinse yourself off.
And practically purring now, I reached for it, taking it off its holder and caressing it with my hand. Oh fuck yes. This was exactly what I needed in more ways than one. Because not only could I use it to direct water straight at my cunt, but I could also fuck myself with the shower head if need be, I could caress my clit with it, stick it up my hot passage. So with a naughty smile, I flicked on the spigot once more, this time pressing the button that indicated shower. And with a muted gurgle, the head came on, blasting me.
Oh shit, the water was cold, and I jolted back for a moment. But within seconds, the water warmed and I adjusted the spray until the pressure was just right, a thin stream of liquid pulsing from the center of the head. Delicately sitting back once more, I raised my hips again so they were just at water level and pointed the golden tool at my pussy, water spraying relentlessly.