Back Massage

Same old shit, different day. I finally made it home from work, having battled ignorant fools all day; whoever says working for the public is gratifying really is insane. I walk into my house, making a beeline for the refrigerator. Looks like I should’ve gone to the store- grilled cheese again for dinner. I can’t even care anymore, I’m so damn tired.

I eat quickly and walk to my room. Though I’m thoroughly tempted to jump into bed and fall asleep, I don’t. Instead, I walk to the bathroom and start the shower. The warm water feels great, and it drowns out the noise of the city. I begin to lather my body, cleaning the stress and tension from my skin. I’ve always loved feeling my own skin; there is just something erotically naughty about touching your own body. Inspired by my seemingly innocent bathing, I begin to caress my breasts, enjoying the smooth skin, before gently teasing my hardening nipples. It’s amazing how soft my breasts are, and I take my time, giving them full attention before moving on. I slide my right hand down my stomach, reveling in the abs I’ve worked hard for, sliding further towards my lonely clit.

I tease myself, sliding my fingertips over the lips, sending shock waves through my tensed body. My middle finger finds my slit, slowly running up and down the path, pushing me closer to orgasm. My left hand is squeezing my breast, twirling the hard nipple, as I imagine its someone special playing with me. I finally let my finger dip into my pussy, finding it incredibly wet and warm. It’s been so long, I barely can hold myself back from the brink. I lean my back against the wall, allowing the warm water to fall down my breasts towards my toying hands. My finger works its magic, sliding in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then building momentum as my impatience builds. The heel of my hand hits my clit, edging me close to my desperate orgasm. I feel the familiar tingle, the slow sensuous burn of an oncoming cum. I work faster; I can hear myself moaning, not caring if anyone can hear my whimpers of pleasure. My clit’s tingling beneath my hand, I can feel the pleasure coursing up my body. With a gasp, I cum. I feel my orgasm clench my finger, trapped within my tight cunt. I pant for air, thankfully propped up against the tile wall.