Chapter 2: Shower

Hot water poured over my body in a strong, thick stream. The little shower in our van was so narrow that my shoulders almost touched the walls, but that very tightness gave me a feeling of intimacy. Steam rose instantly and wrapped everything in a milky haze. Water ran down my short brown hair, over my face, down my neck, and then over my already quite big breasts, which trembled gently under its force.

I poured a big handful of lavender shower gel into my palm. Foam formed quickly and I began to wash my body slowly and thoroughly.

First I cupped my breasts with both hands. They were heavy, full, and sensitive. I massaged them gently, lifting, squeezing, circling my thumbs around my nipples. They instantly hardened into small, firm pink buds. Every touch sent little electric shocks straight between my legs. “Mmm...” I whispered to myself.

Then I slowly moved lower. I ran my hands over my flat stomach, my sides, and my strong thighs. I turned my back to the stream of water and washed my ass thoroughly—my fingers slipped between my cheeks and I washed my little hole too, massaging it gently. Finally I faced the water, spread my legs, and started washing my pussy. With spread fingers I stroked along the lips, circled my clit, and gently pinched it. I was already wet—and not just from the water.

When I was completely clean and my skin smelled of sweet lavender, I reached for the small shelf in the corner. My favorite pink dildo was waiting there. It was realistic, with prominent veins, a big head, and exactly the thickness that always stretched me so nicely.