Pleasure Conversions
Stephanie sank lower in the bath until only her head protruded above the surface of the hot soapy water. 'There's nothing quite like luxuriating in a tub of hot water,' she thought, as she languidly soaped each of her long slim legs in turn.
She lay there for a few moments, not moving, the hot water making her skin tingle. Sitting up slightly, her full breasts broke the surface, and although the large bathroom was warm, the contrast in temperature between the hot water and the air was enough to make her nipples engorge and erect. She looked down at them, smiling to herself. She was proud of her breasts; they were beautifully shaped, and although large, they showed no sign of sagging. Crowned by dark areolae, and large sensitive nipples, she often thought of them as her, 'toys,' because she loved to play with them, and they gave her so much pleasure.
Lying back with her head on the rim of the bath, she rubbed the perfumed soap between her hands until she had worked up a rich, creamy lather. Putting the soap back in the soap dish, she closed her eyes, and then cupped her hands, slick with lather over her breasts. 'No hurry,' she thought, 'anticipation is such a lovely thing.' She could feel her nipples, already swollen, grow harder, and bigger still against the palms of her hands. Her breasts throbbed with an ache that was almost painful, and started an echo in the pit of her stomach, and pussy.
Still she waited, not moving, although her breathing had become shallow and much faster. Finally she could hold out no more, and her hands began to move at last, in a painfully slow circular motion, and the sensation was so intense that a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips, and her legs opened in an involuntary spasm. The swirl of warm water against her pussy felt delicious. She squeezed her nipples; softly at first, then harder, sending messages of pleasure to her, as yet untouched pussy.
The soapy hands slid effortlessly over her heavy breasts, so incredibly smooth and slippery, with hardly any friction at all. She gloried in the sensations, and it was only with the promise of even greater pleasure that she disengaged her right hand, and allowed it to sink beneath the surface of the perfumed water.
With her left hand squeezing and pinching the responsive flesh of her breasts, Stephanie let her right hand caress along the length of her abdomen until at last she reached the neatly trimmed pubic mound. She managed to resist the temptation that her swollen clitoris offered, and detoured round the edge of her pussy, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs instead.
Again her legs opened wider, her pussy longing for attention, and finally she could deny herself no longer. Her hand trailed higher up the inside of her right thigh until it made contact with her expectant and open labia. Softly caressing the outer edges of her lips, she circled the clitoral area, but refrained from stimulating her clitoris directly. She wanted to make the exquisite sensations last, and continued teasing and tormenting her cunt, the slow movement and the indirect pressure of her hand making her gasp with pleasure.
Stephanie let her left hand slip below the water, moving in to join her right on the friendly attack on her pussy. It homed in on, and parted her welcoming pussy lips; the first two fingers slid home, the palm and heel of her hand cupping her mound. Moving her fingers in and out gently while applying pressure with the heel of her hand, she could feel the first distant tremors of orgasm. Her right hand had returned to her breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples hard, but as the first waves of orgasm approached her stricken cunt, it plunged below the surface to administer the
coup de grace.
She lifted the palm of her left hand and the fingers of her right slid under it finding the engorged clitoris below. The direct pressure on her pleasure centre tipped Stephanie over the edge, and ripples of pleasure, so intense that they were almost painful swept over her. Filling her pussy with three fingers, her body almost rigid, Stephanie rode the peaks of ecstasy, until at last they began to subside. A warm afterglow of pleasure remained as she continued to slowly stroke her clitoris, still moving her hips in a slow sensual movement, trying to drain the last vestiges of her climax. She lay there for a while totally relaxed, until the cooling water forced her to move.
'Bloody marvellous,' she thought as she stepped reluctantly out of the bath, and began to towel herself dry in front of the mirrored wall. She examined her image in the full-length mirrors, and was pleased with what she saw. An attractive woman of thirty-two, about 5'6" tall, well proportioned figure, and slim shapely legs. Her breasts were generous, firm, and responsive. The natural blonde pussy hair, silky and fine, was almost invisible, and a mere hint of things to come. Smiling to herself, she parted her legs and looked with satisfied pleasure. All the hair from the top of her pussy lips, round to her anus had been removed.
She had copied the idea from a, "girlie," magazine she'd found in one of the outhouses, probably left by one of the building workers who'd been repairing the roof. She thought the girls looked marvellous and had gone straight indoors and, "borrowed," her husband's razor. When finished, she was so turned on by the sight of her naked pussy that she'd played with it for hours until she was sore and exhausted.
Even now, months later, it still gave her pleasure to see her naked smoothness, and she ran her fingertips over it to check for unwanted growth. "Mmmm... that feels so good," she said to herself and her reflection, as she dipped a finger between her lips. Although she had dried herself meticulously, her pussy still felt wet, but the wetness she felt beneath her fingers was thick and slippery. "That ain't bath water, babe," she told herself, amused at her capacity to lubricate.
Stepping into a pair of tiny, lace trimmed panties; she pulled them up until they nestled against her protruding labia. She knew the lacy texture would rub gently against her shaven labia, and sometime later today she'd have to touch herself to relieve the tension. Sometimes she didn't wear panties at all and still masturbated two or three times a day. Perhaps the panties had nothing to do with her insatiable need for sex at all she thought, but they looked so pretty and feminine, and she loved pretty underwear.
Finishing her late breakfast of coffee, and hot buttered croissants with strawberry jam, Stephanie sat, legs tucked under her, on the large white leather couch. She flicked aimlessly through the pages of a glossy fashion magazine, and started to read an article on diet and exercise, but gave up after the first paragraph.
"Boring, boring, boring," she thought, and then felt a pang of guilt. Her husband had built her a mini-gym the previous year, and although she used it almost daily, she hadn't been in it for at least two days. She knew it was all too easy to let things slide.
Going through into the small, but well equipped gym, she started by lifting some small dumbbells to tone up her muscles. Then she moved on to sit ups, and various other stretching exercises. She usually ended up by using the rowing machine and exercise bike, but decided to give that a miss today. The exercise bike might be fine for getting the heart pumping, and the leg muscles exercised, but my god it was frightfully boring. Pedalling and staring into space was
not
fun.
After a quick shower, Stephanie once again found herself sitting on the couch, flicking aimlessly through the pages of the same glossy magazine. She began to read the adverts in the classified section.
'Breast augmentation,' she read aloud, 'I don't think so, not with a pair of tits like mine.' She read on, amazed by the adverts and services for sale, and was just about to turn the page when she saw a tiny advert tucked into the bottom corner of the page.
'Pleasure Conversions,' it read, and intrigued, she read on. 'Do you own an exercise bike? Boring isn't it?' Stephanie nodded to herself in agreement. 'Let us convert your exercise bike,' the advert continued, 'you'll never be bored again. Exercise really can be a pleasure. A unique and personal service for the lady of discernment only.'
Stephanie read it again, finally curiosity got the better of her; she picked up the telephone and called the number displayed.
