Shower - Sex Stories

Shower

... and slipped her panties down, wriggling her ass towards the imaginary Phil in the doorway. Then with a flourish Tina dropped the damp undergarment into the hamper and stepped into the shower. 'This should help.' She thought as she turned the water on. A cold wave doused her, cascading down her back as she bent over adjusting the flow. She nearly screamed at the drastic change in temperature. The heat in her loins dimmed and the voice in her head quieted as the cold water sprayed over her shoulders and with a deep breath she lifted her head into the gushing stream of water. The frigid cold gradually warmed to a comfortable luke warm temperature. Tina stood in the water gathering her thoughts and trying to push the images of the erotic email away. 'Good thing I didn't send the ice cube story.' Phil's voice echoed within her mind. Tina shivered at the thought of cold ice on her breasts and then gasped as the thought of Phil with an ice cube teasing her labia and clit suddenly burst into her mind. "Damn it! How did he get into my shower?!" She felt her frustration return. Having his image, but not him... A very difficult situation. She grabbed a shampoo bottle and squirted a little more out than she intended. Glistening pearly fluid oozed over her fingers, she stared as a part of her brain threw out a comparison she both longed for and dreaded. She quickly reached up to lather her raven hair, dousing the thought before it could escape. The scalp massage and tingle of the soapy ...

... suds eased her tension as she scrubbed the dirt and worries from her head. The water was a comfortable temperature now and she could feel the soapy bubbles sliding down her shoulders and over her breasts. Slick and soothing, the soaping of her breasts always made her feel better, if maybe just a little horny. Tina closed her eyes to revel in the feelings of her normal shower routine. Strong fingers massaging her scalp as the water pattered and massaged tight muscles. She moaned a bit at the feel of Phil's hands working the soapy suds into her scalp, her body relaxing and melting into his grip. She trembled and stepped back expecting to feel his naked body behind her, arms wrapping around and holding her gently. Her motion was met by only water gushing over her head and breaking her revere. "Damn!" She cursed that she was alone, but he was somehow still there. Tina grabbed the soap and started washing. She was a bit more vigorous than she had intended and forced herself to slow her pace and relax. The soaping went without incident and she felt a little bit more calm as she reached for the razor to shave her legs. The shower had a small seat in the corner just for this activity, well that and holding the shampoo and conditioner. She actually finished shaving her legs without incidence. Sitting on the seat she felt her legs, silky smooth and soft now. 'Phil would love to get his hands on these.' she thought. She could hear him agreeing and feel his gaze following her hands as they ...