I walked naked into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. The shower looked inviting, and I turned the water on, feeling the cold droplets hit my skin. The water warmed and then grew hot, and I adjusted the dial until it was the perfect temperature. I stepped inside and drew the curtain shut.
Water fell upon my head like a gentle shower, and I tilted my head back to let the droplets splash my face. After a while, I turned around so the water was at my back and grabbed the bar of soap. As I lathered my skin, my thoughts turned to Steve, and the last time we were together. My soapy hands moved up and down my body and I imagined it was his hands caressing me, turning me on.
My soapy hands squeezed my breasts together, and then my fingers pinched my hard nipples, making me gasp. I closed my eyes and pinched them harder as the soapy water ran down my stomach. I spread my legs and slipped my right hand between them, my fingers rubbing my aching clit. I reached farther, slipping two fingers inside, my cunt as wet as my skin. As I pumped my fingers in and out, I thought of Steve’s fingers doing the same. I backed myself into a corner of the shower for support, spreading my legs wider for my fingers to reach more deeply.
I could feel my orgasm building and my fingers worked frantically. My other hand left my breast and my fingers rubbed my clit frantically until I screamed uncontrollably, water splashing into my mouth and onto my fingers. I rode the waves as they subsided, exhausted but satisfied, and turned the water off. I pulled back the curtain and stepped out of the shower, leaving a trail of wet footprints to the bed. I wished he was here.