You are in my thoughts throughout my day. Sometimes you are with me when I am showering. As my thoughts drift to you, I am no longer alone. My hands become your hands. My body feels your body. As the hot water flows across my skin, I feel your fingers following in the water's wake. As I wash my hair, your hands take over. I feel your strong hands massage my scalp, and you run your fingers through my hair. You pull me closer to better reach my hair. It pulls the full length of my body to yours. The soapy water slides across my breasts and shoulders enveloping us both in warm suds. Your hands slide down across my shoulders tracing the path of the soap, soft and slippery across my skin. Your touch makes my breath quicken and my heart accelerate. You always smile knowingly when you see the effect that you have on me. Your hands continue on exploring my breast and moving down across my stomach finally sliding between my legs.
Just as your fingers reach my clitoris, you push me back against the shower wall and kiss me deeply, plunging your tongue between my lips to find my tongue. Your fingers parts my already swelling lips, mimicking your tongue, plunging into me, wet and waiting for your touch. Your left hand wraps around my waist, half holding me up and half pinning me to you. You continue kissing me deeply, passionately, until I am barely able to breathe. I am panting, desperate for air and desperate for you. Your right hand between my legs has not let up, fingers moist and slippery, over my clitoris, over and over, around and around, then plunging deep inside. I move my hips to meet the onslaught. You have me completely focused on the movements of your hand. You find the perfect spot deep inside and begin giving it your full attention.
You make a movement with your fingers that feels like one motioning someone to come closer. It feels like you are beckoning my orgasm to come to you. A tingling sensation dances from my buttocks towards my thighs and up towards my cunt where you are working your magic. Deep inside, I feel the tightening begin. It feels very deep when it starts and tightens its way towards your fingers. I come in waves and I can barely stand. You are supporting me and weakening me all at the same time. I can do nothing but remind myself to try to breathe and feel you. The walls begin to convulse around your fingers, But you don't stop. As the contractions come in waves around your fingers, my wetness has now turned into a gush of juices. You keep the onslaught in the very same spot and the waves come one behind the other, juices running everywhere.
