I stood in the doorway of the bath brushing out my long chestnut hair.
I was transfixed by my own handy work in the recently renovated bath.
When we'd bought the foreclosure I'd been lucky to drive a nail without bending it in two. Over the last year my skills had grown and just looking at our master bath's shower my crowning achievement made me want to crow.
The custom sized deep seat tiled in granite with jewel green glass tiles dispersed in geometric patterns shone through double glass doors. The rain shower head and recessed shelves. Every inch my own work.
I placed the brush on the vanity and slid out of my robe. My body tan and white in stark contrast from to many days working outdoors in the flower beds and beachcombing with my girlfriends.
I stepped into the shower looking back at Brian as he asked, "Finally going to do more than look at it?"
I turned the water to full blast hot and stepped under it. The initial cold blast raised my nipples to rock hardness. I kept my eyes on Brian as I slid my hands over my breasts softly pinching my nipples before stoking down the soft curve of my stomach. I let one hand press on between my thighs and rub over my pussy lips. I could feel the tingle of arousal and knew my pussy was already becoming wet.
I arched an eyebrow at him and crooked a finger of my free hand in invitation.
He hesitated a moment standing in the middle of the bedroom floor, I knew he had a perfect view of every inch of my body. I also knew one of his fantasies was watching me masturbate in the shower.
I winked and readjusted the water to pleasantly warm. I took the soap in both hands working up the lather while I tipped my head back under the spray of the shower head. I was very conscious of my body, the arch of my back and lift of my breasts in this position.
I began to slowly soap my breasts first stroking in circles then cupping and squeezing them up until they and finally my hard nipples slipped through my fingers. I soaped my belly slowly moving back to my breasts often. My nipples seemed more sensitive and it felt as if every pinch and tug pulled a string connected to my clit.
I swung a curtain of my wet hair forward and snuck a peek at Brian not wanting to be caught looking as this was part of his fantasy but still needing to know he was turned on by my show. He cock was hard thrusting up out of his undone jeans. He'd pulled his underwear down under his balls and the sight was undeniably sexy. His bare feet poking out of the bottom of his jean were even sexy. His eyes were lidded as he slowly stroked his cock from base to tip.
I felt how wet my pussy had become the very slickness of it evident everytime I moved. I put one foot up on the shower seat and let the shower head rinse most of the soap from my body before slipping one hand down to glide over my pussy lips. My back was now partly to him I felt sure he could see the curve and nipple of one breast as well as my rounded ass and the fingers of my hand between my legs. I bent slightly forward hoping this would offer him a clear view as I parted my lips with two fingers and used another to stroke the slick wet folds from back to front. I circled my clit at the top for a moment, it was electric so good I could barely handle my own touch.
With two fingers I began first scissoring then pulling at my inner labia.
I knew from past sessions with Brian he found this particularly hot and I was very turned on by it as well.
His guttural groan spurred me on. I began teasing my vagina between pulls barely inserting a finger tip before withdrawing to tease my clit and labia again. I pulled the skin of one labia over my clit since it was so sensitive and began grinding against my own palm two fingers slipping effortlessly inside.
