Ah, that felt good.
We were at my boss's house, the morning after a summer party he had hosted. A few of us had stayed in his guest bedrooms, too intoxicated to drive. His wife was very pleasant and didn't seem to mine at all. In fact, she had given me an outfit to wear today after I showered. Which was what I was doing now, downstairs in their guest washroom.
I took the showerhead off the wall as it was attached to a flexible cable. I moaned with pleasure as the needles darted over my skin. I held the wand over my breasts and giggled with excitement as my nipples reacted to the waters caress.
I slid the spray over my belly and parted my legs. I closed my eyes as the water caressed me there. I manipulated the showerhead for my pleasure, the flush of excitement building into a wave until my knees were weak and I slid down onto the tiles.
With the wand in one hand, my other began to finger fuck myself. I wanted to cry out but this was not the place. Using both water and fingers I finally climaxed, gasping with the intensity. I licked my own fingers before washing away the telltale scent.
