Ah, the Friday afternoons. The stress of the entire week was still a little, squirmy pressure inside me. It was slowly calming down; thoughts about the coming hour and the evening were greater and more intense. Fantasy's clouded my mind and made me forget about reality, just leaving place for dreams about satisfaction. My mind was busy making plans, plans for great pleasure. Everything was in place now. My roommate was away; house for myself. New candles; beautiful lightning and enjoyable fragrance. Whine; perfect for a pink shade over the lustful mist.
More ideas came over me while I was seated in the crowded bus driving me home. I was staring out of the window. I did not see the landscape, the houses were escaping my focus, beautiful boys and girls got equal attention. Only when crossing the bridge, looking out over the mass of water that was my city's lake, I noticed a little of the beauty surrounding me. The sparkles reflecting the sunlight distracted me of my impure deliberations.
I stared, the few moments the bus traversed the bridge into the blueness. For those moments a strong sensation of floating overcame me. Warm water surrounding me, and numbing most of the exterior impressions it was amplifying my sinful thoughts. The pressure inside me that had been bugging me was overcompensated by the pressure of the water and the waves rocking me back and-
My line of sight with the water was abruptly gone.
I gasped, for the feeling that overpowered me felt so... real. My eyes scanned the environment but only found the grayness of the city. Panic welled up, I had to see the luster in the water again.
"Maybe a shower would be nice."
The voice struck me, like someone next to me said it. Luckily no one seemed to care a single fuck about my persona.
Yeah, a shower would be perfect. Yearning to relive that feeling I moved my thighs tight together. I was shocked by the wetness I felt. A pleasant shock it was; teasing myself made my hunger grow. Hunger for relief, that what would made the climax the more satisfying.
I walked numb from the bus stop to the front door, mainly focusing on the moist crawling down my legs, little, sweet drops. In front of my door I stopped to take a breath. The reflection of me was a blushing girl, panting and very pretty.
I like my body, it is very soft and slender, nice, perky c-cup, full round bottom. I could look at myself for ages, boys could too. But they did not get my attention.
While I was opening the door, I was thinking it might be a good idea to finger myself, rubbing against a mirror. I can be very narcissistic at times.
"And your fingers crawling inside your slit, the shower head between your soft legs, blasting a powerful beam on your clit?"
I was flooded by that voice, Its sound came from within me, made my body tremble and sensitive. With every of the words a small gush of wetness came from under my skirt and made my head dizzy.
The sweet and lustful words, even though shrill and loud, became more calming and a serene whisper went from my mind to my lower abdomen.
"I want you naked."
"Play for me."
"I want you, beautiful."
After the words receded, instead of questioning it or being suspicious about the source, I obeyed it and moved my shaking body to the bed. I was panting heavily and my throbbing pussy felt sensitive in the open air. As my panties slipped down my legs I saw the trail of freshly secreted juice in a sensual pattern between my legs. The pattern started with the source, where the moist had been gushing out and made thick strokes over my inner thighs. Further from the source it spread like a river delta, but instead of flowing in a sea of my wetness, it was hovering just above my knees.
Like hands caressing my thighs.
The lips were swollen with blood, slightly throbbing and continuously secreting my honey. I slit a finger inside me, knowing I couldn't hold my lust for the shower. The walls tightened around my finger as I pleasured them.
I moved them quickly, wanting to get off soon, I was aching for a week to cum really good.
Something didn't want me to, though.
Those visions...
Images of my body floating in the water, being pleasured by the water. The hot beam massaging my body and the mirror hazed, except for the parts where my body was rubbed against. The transparent fingers of someone nearby, the wet kisses of that person. That woman.
I gasped air as she moved me through the water, slowly up and down, her two fingers pressed against the spongy part of my pussy, pushing waves of pleasure through my lower body. My panting was smothered in her face, a beautiful face made of water.
It did not seem weird at all, but her head was dripping her hair, I could see everything through her.
She kind of surprised me by finally pushing her tongue inside my mouth, it felt warm and soft, like a normal one. I closed my eyes and let the mysterious entity do the work. She still fingered my pussy with one hand, with the other one she supported my head from the ridge of the showers tub. Her leading my body through these wonderful experience of warmth and sex made me not notice that I did not walk myself to the bathroom.
I can not remember when the visions became reality.
The dizziness in my head caused by the tonguing and the pleasuring of my pussy reached its top. The probing of my pussy made me weak and panting and the first waves of my orgasms started to kick in. She pushed herself against me, her breasts rocked against me in the rhythm of my spasms and she whispered again, in my ear, inside me.
