Stood in the shower, the spray hitting my shoulders and rolling down my body.
All I could think of was the day before, sitting straddled on your lap. Your hands on my breasts, your lips pressed against mine, your cock straining against your shorts pressing against me.
I couldn't stop grinding against you, pulling you close, the feeling of your hands on my body sliding down to my ass pulling me in deeper.
At that moment we knew we had to finish, I had to put you deep inside. Lifting up I went to move my trousers off when the unignorable happened. Interruptions. With a deep sigh we stopped listened to our deep breaths as we'd stopped, although we'd snuck a couple more kisses and sly touches in.
But I'd been left more frustrated than we'd started. Far more.
I could still feel the emptiness inside me as I started to lathe up slowly washing my body, fingers trailing on my skin.
The sponge massaging as it went stimulated me over the edge. I had to play. My head lifted to the shower while my hands dropped the sponge and began to play with my nipples. The water had made the harden and erect. The minute my fingers slid over them a shock rippled through my body and a groan escaped my lips. It wasn't the same as being touch by someone else but this is what I had. One hand left on my breast the other slid down over my stomach to my pussy. It was so smooth as I'd waxed it the day before, and so wet from the shower and thinking about you. My fingers slid straight in the flaps to my clit. Tweaking pulling playing. Making my knees week. My fingers pushed my lips wider open allowing my middle one to slide down to the entrance of my hole. Right where it was supposed to be.