She walked lazily into the bathroom and threw her white cotton towel over the hook. Her end of the night routine was about to begin. She turned on the shower water and then lit three candles lined up along the edge of the sink counter with a lighter she kept in the cabinet. The warm, sweet scent of vanilla began to fill the air as the wax melted. She stood in front of her own reflection and brushed back the long silvery strands into a low ponytail at the base of her neck. She took her time removing her jewelry. First the silver necklace and then the silver and black earrings. She coiled the chain carefully on the counter next to the earrings then looked back into her eyes, lined heavily in granite eyeliner. She smiled at herself before hitting the light switch, leaving only the candles to illuminate the bathroom. She crossed to the tub, an antique, complete with gold feet and updated with an expensive showerhead and intricate knobs. She ran her hand under the faucet. The water was running warm now. A small window took up the other side of the wall, opposite the tub. She unlocked it and opened it a bit, allowing the warm summer air to enter and the humidity out before it became too stifling. She stood there for a second, enjoying the breeze on her body, enjoying the way the coolness hardened her nipples. She stretched and closed the window. Wouldn't do for the neighbors to hear her. She took off her boyshorts and stepped into the tub. She removed the shower head from its notch in the wall and laid down, resting her head against the cold porcelain. She opened her legs, propping one foot on the ledge and used one hand to spread her lips. Her other hand moved the shower head around, letting the warm water caress her inner folds as she relaxed.
The pulsing stream made her quiver a little as she found her clit. She liked to play a little game every time she started this. She directed the water directly on her most sensitive spot and held it there for as long as she could, often counting the seconds she could stand the intense pressure. She did this now and mentally counted while she held her breath. She made it to eight before the water became too much, almost painful. She let out a gasp and a small moan and lifted her hips out of the way of the stream. She did this once or twice more, enjoying her little game as her clit became more and more sensitive and enlarged. Eventually she found the perfect spot and held the showerhead there, dropping her hips up and down to her internal rhythm.
The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of the running shower and her quiet moans. The fragrance of vanilla hung in the air. The vision was completely erotic. She rocked her hips up and down, sometimes holding her lips open, sometimes allowing her free hand to roam her body, gently squeezing her tits or roughly pulling on a hard nipple. Droplets of water flew from the showerhead and landed randomly on her body, leaving the bottom of her hair dripping and her body glistening in the flickering candlelight. She did this in complete abandon, her guard down, her focus on one thing.
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Outside the window, two young men watched the girl inside getting herself closer to orgasm.
A green eyed boy dropped down, pulling the other man with him.
"We don't want her to see us, you fucking idiot!" he whispered roughly.
The blue eyed man dropped to a kneeling position. "Are you sure we want to do this?" he asked, mentally trying to will away his hard on.
Green Eyes let out a sarcastic snort. "We've come too far. We both want this. It's going to be perfect." He ran a gloved hand over his straight black hair anyway, a nervous habit that the other recognized.
"Don't act like you're not scared, " said the second, his full lips curling into a sneer.
"I'm not scared. I just want this to go down right. We covered everything, right?"
"Yeah, a million times. I've got everything. We're doing this."
From inside the steamy bathroom, they heard faint muffled moans growing a little louder.
"We should go now before she finishes. You ready, Jamie?" asked the green eyed boy.
Jamie said nothing in response but pulled his dark brown shoulder length hair back into a ponytail and secured his gloves with purpose. Both men looked at each other for a second then pulled on their ski masks. Both smiled at the clichéd look. But it would work.
They stayed low and close to the wall as they skirted around the corner from the side yard to the back door. Neither was worried about being seen. Her yard was guarded from spying eyes by a row of evergreens that lined her fence. The door was locked as expected. However, both knew she kept an extra key on the ledge above the door. Within seconds they were inside the comfortably decorated house. They walked quietly through the living room and kitchen and into the hallway that lead to her bathroom. The muffled sound of the shower could be heard through the door.
Jamie placed a hand on the knob and turned it ever so slightly. It was unlocked. He looked back at his partner, who was rummaging through his bag.
