Chapter 2

The next date would barely last through appetizers as the thought of the last time still danced in my head.

That evening as I got ready I made sure to allow some personal play time in hopes that would chill my desires to have him, feel him, and taste him again. As I jump in the shower I am hit with the memory of his thumb rubbing my clit, his finger extending and rescinding inside my pussy. As these thoughts and the memories of what I did to him fill my mind a tingling sensation runs throughout my body.

I try to push the thoughts from my mind as I want to get cleaned up first. I tilt my head back into the hot steamy water. I feel it run through my hair down my shoulders, back, and teasing my breasts and my thoughts. Oh I so want to play, but after the shower I remind myself. I pump the cleansing conditioner into my hand and then run it through my curls with my manicured nails. I check my nails to see whether they need to be touched up or whether I am still good.

I smile as I note the fill can wait. I let the conditioner sit on my hair as I pump more into my hand and rub it up my left leg. Grabbing my razor I slowly shave off any possible stubble from the ankle, up the shin, over the knee and up my thigh. Continuing this process until every inch is silky smooth. I rinse my left leg and then start to work on the right leg. I pump more conditioner into my hand. I start rubbing it gently up my right leg as my mind races. God, he didn’t even tease my legs; he only had them on his shoulders. Shit I think to myself, if I can’t survive a shower by myself how am I going to survive a date with him. I grab my razor sliding it against my skin; first stroke from the ankle, up the shin, across the knee, and up my thigh. I repeat this action until my leg is completely smooth. I then move on to other areas.

All the work we ladies do for you fellas. I rub my hand at my crotch wondering if it is too soon to tell him it’s a huge turn on to have my guy wax me there. It may be so until then I have to shave. I get another pump of conditioner into my hand, and then to caress it into the stubble of my pussy. The tingling sensation as I rub it over my mound and pussy lips sending me into wishing I had brought my toy with me into the shower. I must push these thoughts away. I must push the thoughts of his tongue darting in and around inside my pussy out of my mind. It would be easy to allow the thought of him sucking and nibbling my clit sending me into insane oblivion. It must wait. I slide the razor over my mound, across my pussy lips, making sure all stubble is removed and I am silky smooth. I rinse the razor and the remaining conditioner off my now smooth mound and lips. The water sprays against me and for a moment the blast hits my sensitive and aroused pleasure nub. I shudder with joyful anticipation. I remind myself, “No yet, wait.” I replace the shower wand and then pump more conditioner into my hand. I rub the conditioner between my two palms and then glide the creamy lotion under my arms and into my pits. Then I grab my razor and glide it across the stubble removing its trace from my body. I smile as I am almost done and can then feel the joyful release. I grab my Spongelle and wet it. I feel the water cooling and I know I must hurry. I wipe the soapy sponge all over my body, making sure to clean everywhere, even my starfish in hopes he plays there again. I consider all possibilities, to hope that he does what he did last time, or I can always use one of my own and wear it on our date. I wonder what it would be like sitting at dinner with that toy nestled nicely in my ass, knowing it is there, wondering what he would think when I finally let him in on my secret. I get lost in thoughts as I almost forget to rinse my hair. Shit.