I'm relaxing in the bath. I've had a long day marking assessments and faculty meetings that waste time. My neck is stiff and tense, but the warmth of the bath is helping. I'm waiting for you to come home and have been thinking about what we might do tonight. My pussy starts to tingle as I'm thinking about you.
Taking my razor and shaving cream, I slide my leg out of the bath to raise my pussy above the water level. I lather the cream, rubbing it over my bush and along my lips. It feels good and I take a moment to slide my finger in side, stroking up to circle my clit a few times. Taking the razor, I stroke the blades over my skin, removing the hair and leaving smooth skin behind it. I repeat the movement, taking all the hair from my pussy. I spread my legs wide and run my fingers over the new smoothness, checking for any stray hairs.
Satisfied that they are all gone I slide my fingers inside my pussy, enjoying the extra sensitivity that shaving means for my lips. Feeling horny and knowing you won't be back for a while, I start rubbing my clit, which has become engorged and sensitive with all the activity and excitement of thinking how you'll react. It doesn't take long before my pussy clenches and I orgasm with a moan.
Feeling much less tense, I quickly shave my legs making sure that I'm smooth and soft all over. Rinsing off, I stand then step out of the bath, wrapping myself in a big fluffy towel. It feels soft against my newly exposed skin as I walk into the bedroom to look for some clothes.
I pull on my black lacy panties, the ones that I know you like me in - they hug to the shape of my ass, revealing tantalising glimpses of my butt cheeks. I tug one of your tshirts over my head, my breasts free underneath it.
In the lounge room I lie down on the couch, flicking through the channels. I put my head down and drift off to sleep stretched out on the couch. When I wake up you are standing over me running your eyes over my legs and ass where the shirt has ridden up. You look tired - too many demanding clients; apparently there's an influx of Australian women needing your skills.
I move my legs and you sit down next to me, pulling my legs back onto your lap. You tell me about your day as you start to tickle my feet with one hand, running your fingertips lightly up the back of my calf, making circles at the back of my knees. As you talk, your fingers lightly trace up to the skin on my thigh. you move higher, and I part my legs slowly for you, holding my breath as you stroke circles gently on my inner thigh. Your fingers trace the edge of the lace on my panties, following the curve around until you are millimeters from my pussy.
You rub your finger over the material covering me, pressing it into me, soaking up my juices. You tease back and forth, rubbing over my clit with the material. Your finger slips under the material and strokes over my pussy lips. You groan as you realise that my lips are swollen and smooth and wet with my need. I gasp as you begin pushing your finger inside me while your thumb flicks over my clit. You start pumping your finger into me faster, adding a second then a third finger as I grind against your hand. Your fingers feel so good stretching and sliding and rubbing and I cum quickly, squeezing tight on your fingers as they move in me.