It was a rainy fall morning and the house was empty and quiet. Due to the dark, cold morning, Kim had decided to stay under the covers a little longer than usual. It wasn't sleep she was seeking, it was more about peaceful relaxation than anything else. Life was suddenly quiet, a very uncommon, and very welcome circumstance.
Life was usually so hectic around the house, but the last few days had been so nice. Her husband was away on business and her son was away with his high school on a 4 day trip to Washington, DC. Her daughter and one of her daughter's friends, who was staying with them for a while, were away for fall break visiting her oldest son at the college he was attending.
As she watched the rain run down the windows, she found a relaxation that she hadn't found in years. She pulled the thick comforter up to her chin – she felt so secure and comfortable. She started thinking about her husband and how they used to enjoy nothing more than escaping on a fall weekend and sleeping in on a cool, inclement morning like this one. On those weekends, relaxation would often turn into soft, passionate lovemaking.
As she drifted into that wonderful fantasy, she felt herself stir just a bit between her legs. An orgasm had always helped her reach an even deeper sense of peace, especially a solo orgasm. She had always been best at bringing herself to the highest level of sexual arousal and she knew that now was a perfect moment.
She slid off her panties and started slowly running here finger over the opening of her vagina. She was well trimmed and her lips were very smooth, adding to the sensation. As she slowly increased the depth of her penetration, she began to feel herself moistening. Finally, her finger slid deep inside and she softly whimpered from the wonderful sensation. With her finger quite moist now, she slid it up until it made the lightest contact with the tip of her clitoris. She began making slow circles around her clit with increasing pressure. It wasn't long before she had to stop to gather herself.
Once again she began the slow circles, once in a while sliding one or two fingers inside herself. With the fingers of her other hand she was gently squeezing her nipples which were quite hard, partly from arousal and partly from the chilly air in the room. Finally, she let herself go over the edge and slid into a wonderful orgasm that lasted for several minutes. It would peak and then soften, peak and then soften. As she felt the climax slipping away, she dozed off into a wonderful, peaceful sleep.
As her eyes opened, she noticed that the day hadn't changed much. It was a little brighter due to the passing of two and a half hours, but to her delight, the rain and the chill had not disappeared. She thought about what the rest of the day would hold for her. She had caught up on all of the cleaning and grocery shopping yesterday when the weather was better, so the day was pretty open. A shower and a cup of coffee would be a good start, she thought.
As the warm water of the soft shower ran over her chilled body, she again drifted back to a time when she was younger – much younger this time. She was a small girl, maybe nine or ten, standing in a warm shower like this one. She remembered noticing for the first time that she was starting to get a puffiness around her nipples. She had recently begun noticing older girls and that they had breasts. She had asked a question or two but was always told that she should just wait and they would come. And now they were starting to grow, and it excited her a bit.
She also remembered noticing a few showers later that she was starting to grow hair in places she had never had hair before. Living in a very modest household, she had never seen a naked adult before and had no idea why this was happening. She remembered asking a friend and learning that it was perfectly normal. She remembered that her and her friend had snuck into her friend's parents room and looked at magazines with naked women in them and saw pubic hair for the first time. She remembers being excited by that as well.
She remembered the same friend had asked her if she ever touched herself and she remembered being embarrassed by the question. Again, a modest household does not lend itself to sexual exploration. The friend had told her how wonderful it felt and that she did it everyday, sometimes twice.
So she had begun exploring a brand new world. The thoughts of her younger days got her tingling again and she began to softly touch herself. First her sensitive nipples, then to her now warm and very wet vagina. She had a very special way of making the shower head bring her to levels of pleasure that nothing else could. After several minutes of teasing, she flowed into her second orgasm of the young morning.
After her coffee, half a bagel and a load of wash, she decided to take care of some banking she had put off all week. The bank was a bit of a drive, so today would be perfect for it. As she left she recalled the wonderful morning she had experienced and was very contented.
