The Fire Escape Ch 03

Chapter Three

As I opened my front door & stepped into the small porch, my mind was consumed with the thought of being seen from that fire escape and how I could make a 'naughty show' look inadvertent or should I be really overt. The butterflies sensation in my tummy was in full swarm mode, although I do believe the collective noun is a 'kaleidoscope'. The swarm was taking over my clitoris too as I tingled there like never before at the thought of it. I could feel it pulsing. I was imaging all sorts of things I could do, but, I would have to plan a strategy that would, initially anyway, make it look as if I was 'caught' dressing, undressing, letting a towel slip, applying oil my skin, drying my hair after a shower, perhaps even touching myself or using 'a toy' unaware of course that I was being watched from the fire escape.

All three of my windows at the rear of the house had venetian blinds on them. My first thought was that I could raise them high enough so that my body could be seen either standing or sitting but my head and obviously my face would remain hidden by subtly tilted slats on the blind. 'Stop, stop, stop'!! I blurted out loud to myself. I had to yet find out if there were regular times when someone (Mark) would be out for a ciggie or was it possibly used for access or deliveries if my thoughts were correct regards there being a storage space down the corridor I had a sneak peek of when the upstairs door in the social club was ajar. The problem was, I didn't know, but I would find out.

I needed that shower to help relax and clear my mind. I mainly used the back bedroom upstairs as a dressing (and of course an undressing) room. I had two large wardrobes full of clothes to the left of the door as one entered and two equally sizeable chests of drawers against the wall to the left of the large sash window. I had a dressing table with a classic folding three-piece mirror above it and below, a four legged padded stool sat underneath in the space between the drawers. The dresser was positioned diagonally in the corner space, of about three feet against the wall to the right of the large sash window facing the fire escape. It was ideal for applying make-up or doing my hair due to the copious amount of light afforded. Another few feet away was the end of a double bed I always kept made up in case friends wanted to stop over. It was directly in front of the window. I pulled on the cords to open the slats on the venetian fully leaving the slats in a horizontal position and looked out at the fire escape. It couldn't have been much more than 30 feet away across the back alley between the buildings. Anyone on it must surely be able to see into my room. The venetian blind was fully down so I pulled on the other cord at the right hand side & raised it up to neck height. I tilted the slats to the point where I could still see out but I was certain that my face would remain obscured. The back bedroom, (my dressing room has a better ring to it) has a 'big light', as we say up north, in the centre of the 13ft high ceiling and is the main illumination of all of the bedrooms and communal or reception rooms in most houses. With the venetian blinds half way down I thought it would be better to have the light on, just to make sure I could see where I was going (nothing to do with wanting someone to see in of course). Now, for that shower!

I undressed. Well, I didn't have much on to start with. I tossed the floral summer dress into the wash basket and took off the little panties I was wearing. I threw them in with the dress and walked naked to the bathroom. I had this room fully refurbished when I moved in. It was a fully tiled wet-room with a free standing bath and separate showering area. It cost a fortune but was so worth it. What girl doesn't love a long soak & plenty of pamper space. Above the washbasin was a large mirror with four round spotlights above. I looked at myself in the mirror and was still pleasantly pleased with the reflection coming back at me. My shoulder length black hair was lustrous and was in stark contrast to my pale skin tone. I've never been one for overly sunning myself. I love my silky, milky white skin. My early-forties face could certainly pass for a few years younger, my breasts were full and still acceptably firm, my large round aerolas & bullet like nipples were the jewels on the crowns so to speak, my waist was narrow and my abdomen firm. Looking down at my pubic area, I could see a little stubble beginning to show. My legs, possibly due to my height, were long, slender and still one of my best features. I turned to look over my shoulder at my bum and much to my relief, I saw no evidence of sagging or thank God, cellulite. My jogging and regular workouts were worth the effort. I walked into the shower area and turned on the water. I had four shelf areas recessed into the tiled walls which held all manner of necessities a lady needs to keep on top of her 'beauty regime'. I stepped into the spray.

When I had the bathroom done, I had specified that the showerhead should have a number of settings from a regular flow to a softer rain shower to three further incrementally higher-pressure massage settings. I tended to leave the showerhead on just a regular flow and adjust as I felt I wanted when in there. The water was warm, not too hot and very welcome as it cascaded over my body. First, as always, I washed my hair, rinsed thoroughly and used a exfoliating pouf to wash my body with a Moulton Brown Ylang Ylang shower gel. I rinsed off and wiped my eyes with my fingers. I picked up my Venus shaving gel (other brands are available) and lathered my armpits first and shaved. I enjoyed shaving. I loved running my fingers over my smooth and very sensitive skin. I have used depilatory products previously but the sensation of running blades (however safe) under my arms, on my legs, pussy & bum and then the sensation of touching freshly shaved skin is literally, sensational!

Pussy, now that's an odd term. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't. I think it all comes down to context. We, my girlfriends use it often. We also say, lips, labia, vulva and clitoris to mainly talk about our 'bits' but some guy like Trump for example 'grabbing them by the pussy' is just icky. There are so many 'parts' to a lady's parts that 'pussy' is an easy catch all word really. Some women don't like it at all, I don't mind it. To be honest, I don't think, 'hey, do you want to touch my labia majora/labia minora/mons pubis or vestibule' works in intimate settings. Hey ho...

Anyway, I was just about to shave my legs and pussy. Standing out of the water spray, I smoothed the gel over my legs and worked it into a lather. Shaving legs was a little bit of a chore but I always liked when I reached my thighs, particularly my inner thighs, as my clitoris went into alert mode sensing the stokes of the razor coming closer. I drew the blades down over my, slightly, stubbly mound and opened my legs wide to shave into the soft groin between the upper thigh & vulva. I held my lips to one side, shaved & moved to the opposite side. I loved pulling on my lips while shaving which led me into the clamping fetish I have. When in play mode, I really like pulling them wide apart to expose the opening to my vagina. In doing that I also reveal my clitoral hood. My vulva lips aren't too pronounced except when I start playing with them and being a little bit 'harsh' let's say. Then they become a bit puffy, I guess with a greater blood flow to the area & my clitoris certainly becomes very swollen. It even starts to pulse.

I squatted down and shaved in between my bum cheeks and around my anus. I drew the razor from there across the perineum and up around the lower parts of my tingling vulva. I checked with my fingers that I was smooth front and back. I ran my right forefinger around and across my anus. It was so sensitive after the shaving stimulation, that it puckered at my touch. I stood & removed the shower head & hose from its wall bracket. And sat with it on the floor of the shower. I opened my legs wide and let the water spray rinse the remaining lather from my vulva savouring the tickling sensation of the spray. I squatted again, moving the showerhead to underneath and again let the spray rinse between my cheeks. My nipples began to harden & with my free hand I pinched both left then right in between my thumb and forefinger. They were solid, fully erect and begging for more. As I pinched harder my clitoris popped from under its protective fleshy hood, wanting to be touched, kissed, caressed, flicked, pulled, spanked, clamped. I imagined all that I would do to myself later and shivered a little at the thought.

I sat down and again opened my legs as wide as I could and turned the adjustable showerhead to the first massage setting. I brought the pulsing water stream down my body from my breasts to my pussy moving it in a circular motion to enhance the sensation. I turned the adjustment to the second setting and began to move the showerhead in an up and down motion from my clitoris to my anus. The pulsing and yet tickling feeling was intensifying and I felt I had to pee. I resisted, keeping the effect going. This second massage setting was quite powerful and both my inner and outer labia were being pushed far apart wide open by the pulsing jet of water allowing it to pound my clitoris and at the same time fill my vagina with warm water. A sudden shuddering contraction enveloped my pelvis and abdomen spreading throughout my body as my clitoris throbbed and pulsated uncontrollably. I dropped the showerhead and spread my labia open with my fingers as far as I could. I love stretching myself and feeling exposed & even vulnerable in that moment. I couldn't yet touch my clit but I did give in to the need to pee & my god, did it gush out from me. As I watched it run down the drain, my vaginal muscles contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, time after time. I sat for another minute or two panting with the rippling waves of a warm endorphin rush coursing through me.

Shakily I stood up, feeling more than slightly dizzy. I picked up the showerhead and replaced it in the wall bracket, resetting the spray to regular and stood under the falling water while I contemplated the rest of my day's 'me time, play time'.

I must get a handle on when the fire escape is occupied and set out my range of 'toys'. I've had a habit in the past of photo documenting my 'play times' just for my own pleasure as it feels lewd, rude and good to be nude! I'd need to check the camera's batteries too. I felt this one was going to be special. I dried off a little, letting the towel brush against my nipples as I did so and walked from the bathroom into the back bedroom. I sat on the padded stool at the dresser turned my head & looked out of the window.

TBC.