After working in the garden all day Saturday, I was too beat to go out that evening. In fact, by 10pm, I was sound asleep. That's why, at 5am Sunday morning, my eyes popped open and refused to close again. I decided I might as well start my day. I padded barefoot into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.
I took a leisurely shower while the coffee brewed. I loved the scent of the Sweet Pea shower gel I was using, and I caressingly washed every inch of my body, making it tingle, sensuously. Grabbing a razor, I shaved under my arms, then my legs, and then carefully shaved my pubic area. Turning into the shower spray, I rinsed off thoroughly. My hands drifted, of their own accord to my now silky smooth pussy, stroking first the outer lips, then the inner lips, with my fingertips, as the shower continued to wash over me. My thumb grazed my clit and it pulsed, madly. Giving into the feeling, I lifted one foot and placed it into the corner of the tub and then eased my back against the cool tile wall. A shiver ran up my spine, caused in part by the cold wall, but also by what my fingers were doing to my now throbbing pussy.
Two fingers of one hand were rhythmically sliding in and out of my cunt, as the thumb of that hand continued to rub my stiff clit, and the other hand was busy holding my outer lips apart for easier access. Within just a few minutes, I felt an orgasm wash over me. I sucked my own juices off my fingers and then rinsed off one more time before turning off the hot water and standing under a blast of cold to shake off the sleepy feeling the orgasm caused.
Turning off the shower, I dried off with a towel, and then rubbed scented lotion all over, following that up with a few sprays of the cologne that matched it and the shower gel. Brushing my teeth and hair, putting on deodorant, lip-gloss and a touch of blush, I finished in the bathroom and went to dress.
It was supposed to be quite warm today, so I slipped into a short peach sundress and some white sandals completed my outfit.Why bother with panties that only keep the delicious wind from blowing over that damp area? Besides…. You just never know when you’ll be able to flash some sexy guy and give them a thrill *wink*
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