It was the second Friday of the month, which translates to 'Boys Night Out' in this household. That's when my husband goes out on his own with his friends to the clubs and I get to have a quiet night at home. I'm not at all bitter about it; I think I appreciate the alone time as much as he probably appreciates the time with his buddies.
What do I do with my alone time? Usually nothing. I might start out watching TV, then take a bubble bath, wrap myself up in a soft robe and lie in bed flipping through magazines until I fall asleep.
This one Boys Night started out like the others. I found something to eat, watched a little TV, then got ready to draw myself a hot bath. When I do this, I usually go all out, put on some relaxing music, turn down the lights and even light some candles sometimes. I put in lots of bubbles and lavender bath oils and make the water really hot. So I slipped out of my jeans and bra and climbed in the tub when it was almost full. The water always starts out too hot and I have to slowly sink in and let the bubbles come up and tickle me as I settle down in the tub.
I guess I was already feeling kind of kinky because as I laid there and let the cares of the week slip away from me, I started to push the bubbles around my chest and I remember feeling them on my nipples. I felt wonderful and let myself slip down so that the water was up to my neck, and my whole body was under the hot water. I was just holding my breasts, feeling their near weightlessness in the water, letting the oils make my skin feel so smooth and silky.
After a while I decided to shave my legs. The bath oils made them nice and smooth already, so I could just glide the razor up and make them even smoother. I didn't know what made me think about it, but this time, I thought, since I am making the rest of me smooth, why not trim a little hair "down there." It normally isn't very bushy anyway, so I thought I'd just soap up and trim a little around the edges. I let the water go down a little then grabbed the soap, lathered up my hands, and rubbed it in on my mound. That slippery feeling felt better than I expected, and for a while I just laid there rubbing it softly on top. Then every once in a while I'd let my fingers slide down to my pussy lips and just open them up to feel the warm water inside. I started to shave the edges now, have fun making a nice V shape, alternating rubbing more soap around and making a little more narrow a V. It felt so good. I could feel I was getting swollen down there. When I let my fingers slide down to the lips, this time I let them slide inside. I was amazed how slippery and wet I was with my own juices, and how easily my middle finger slipped into my pussy. I made the muscles tighten and felt it as I slowly pulled my finger out.
I was more turned on than I'd been in a long time. I kept shaving too. I liked the smooth feeling of the bare skin underneath and I kept shaving and rubbing until I was completely shaven. I didn't even know what I was doing, just that I felt good and wasn't going to stop.
I stood up and put the shower on and let the soap and hair rinse down my body. Without any hair down there, I could see that my pussy lips were still swollen and warm. I took the shower head off the holder and brought it down closer to me. I brought it right to my breasts and let the pulsing hot water make my nipples stiffen and turn red. Then I brought it down to my hairless pussy. That hot water pulsing steadily onto my clit almost brought me to climax. I felt my legs get weak, and I thought I was about to come. But I didn't want to yet. It was early; I still had the whole evening by myself. I turned off the water, toweled off, and wrapped my big white terry cloth robe around me. I felt great sinking into bed and thinking, 'now what..."
Part II
The bath oils really made my skin feel soft, and now everything was smooth and soft and the air made everything feel tingly and cool. I grab a stack of magazines, which for some reason was on my husband's side of the bed tonight, and flipped through the top one. I found myself doing what I usually do, look long and hard at the beautiful models they have in there. These fashion mags show off the female figure much more than they do the clothes I think. I love looking at these women wearing expensive clingy cocktail dresses or sexy lingerie. God they looked yummy. The next magazine had more curvy models, like the Victoria Secret's catalog, and I like looking through this because these women were built more like I was. I haven't looked like these skinny coat racks since high school. Then my breast developed, and developed, and now I am nice and voluptuous, I would say a little too voluptuous, but no man would say that. Now these were some nice women. Seeing these vixens in bras and panties lying in front of a fireplace got me to think about myself a little more. I thought, maybe I should put something sexy on. Why shouldn't I look as sexy as I feel?
So I dug right to the bottom of the draw and found a nice black silky top that stops at the belly button, and a matching pair of silky black panties. The panties felt incredible on my bald mound, and my tits held the shirt out so much that the front came up even further. It wasn't decent enough to wear outside, but that was ok with me. I got back into bed and tried to pick out another good one from the stack. That's when I saw it. Second to last one...not just a playboy or some gentlemen's magazine, but a real hardcore porno mag. My husband must have forgotten to hide it wherever he usually does. Just the cover, a close up of a women with her lips around a big, glistening cock made my head spin for a second. Whoa!