The fresh spring air filled her lungs as she maintained her pace. The sun had just set in the soft western sky and as predicted, it looked to be a very clear night again. The more brilliant stars were beginning to let themselves be seen and the crescent moon twinkled in the evening twilight. She slowed her pace to a soft walk, beginning her cool down before reaching home. As she turned the corner at Elmwood, she felt the chill of the night against the sweat that covered her neck. Pulling her hood up over her long auburn hair, she quickened her pace to the house. She arrived to the door just as she heard her the neighbor's dog barking insistently. A soft 'Be quiet' and the dog seemed to listen but he was not happy about something and seemed very restless.
She opened the door to the house and was suddenly aware that she had not used her key. One of her harebrained roommates had left the door unlocked, again! Sometimes she wished she didn't have to have them, but between the rent and student loan payments, her salary didn't always make do. She removed the ballcap that she always ran in, a gift from a very dear friend, pulled her hood up over her head as she headed for her room, and ultimately her shower. She climbed the stairs, something that was very difficult during her recovery. She entered her bedroom, just off the computer room, and tossed her sweatshirt into the dirty clothesbasket. Well, NEAR the clothesbasket anyway. The Nike sports bra was also soaked from her run. She sat in the edge of the bed untying her running shoes and slowly removed them and rubbed her socked feet. They were only a little tender compared to the first week after she started running again. She removed her socks and let them fall on top of the sweatshirt. Her running sweatpants came off next as she headed for the bathroom and the warmth and refreshment of the hot shower awaiting her. As she passed by the mirror she caught herself glancing into it. Not bad. But then again she always did have a pretty nice body. Running track in high school and she took care of herself, refusing to let herself go to pot.
Entering the bathroom she flipped on the light and fan, reached in and began the hot water of the shower. Steam was coming out of the shower area when she removed her bra and workout shorts. The matching dark green set was her favorite. Letting them fall to the floor she climbed in under the showerhead sitting in its holder above her head. The handheld shower massager was one of the best things she had ever invested in. It worked on everything, sore muscles, great for rinsing her thick hair, and even when she needed some special attention for other parts of her body. She was remembering the need to feel that massager one night not too long ago after talking with a very special friend on the computer. She had let him know that she was in a very aroused mood and he had responded by sending her the most erotic messages she had ever received. That night she was very glad to have a lot of hot water!
The hot shower felt wonderful and as she washed her, she was delighted to feel the strength growing back in her calves. She began to soap her legs, starting on her thighs and then running her hands down each calf, then back up over her thighs...as she bent over the warm water ran right down between her tight little ass cheeks, right over her sensitive ass. The sensations got the best of her and as she straightened up...her hand came up to her soft mound of hair and she began to gently wash herself with the natural sponge. As much as she loved the feel of the sponge on her sensitive areas, she could hardly wait for the feel of the warm jets from her handheld massager.
Placing one foot up on the edge of the tub, she began to rinse the soapy film off her body. First, her chest, the pulsing jets against her hardening nipples sent ripples of pleasure down her spine, then down her stomach to the soft mound of hair below. After rinsing her legs completely, she brought the spray back up to her very wet nether lips. Gently spreading them with your fingers, she directed the warm pulses right onto her hardened clit. The intensity was almost more than she could handle. She leaned against the wall of the shower as she redirected the pulses right at the sensitive inner lips exposed by her fingers. Waves of pleasure begin to spread across her body. The orgasm started to hit her and she cried out softly, almost biting her lip as she moved the water back up to her clit. The moment the first pulse made contact with her spasming clit; she could not hold back the deep moan.
She barely stopped herself from collapsing on to the floor of the shower. The sensations caused colors to stream across her eyes as she squeezed them shut with the waves of pleasure rushing through her body. She shut the shower off and reached out to the large yellow bath towel awaiting her on the railing just outside the shower door. The steam had fogged all the mirrors in the bathroom and she felt totally refreshed, although a little tired. She realized she was smiling, and a warm glow covered her chest as she thought about how far she had come in these last few months. She used the soft terry material to dry herself and paying very special attention to the sensitive areas on her body. The soft blotting of the towel felt wonderful. She opened to door into her bedroom and walked over to the bureau. After the first step, a movement caught the corner of her eye and she froze. Across the dark room, it moved again.
