A Bad Hair Day

With my foot on the rest, I shaved first my right then my left leg and last my pussy. After lathering, I sailed the careful teasing strokes of the razor along my skin, the crease of my leg and the sides and tops of my outer lips. My fingers trailed behind each path of the blade to make sure no area was missed. Gentle, tantalizing movements, dreaming that my hands belonged to someone else. Exploring, inspecting, probing and pulling my skin, lips, folds, and fingers quickly slipping into my vagina -- making my mouth water with anticipation. Yet again, the shocks and heat began to inch their way to my spine ... pausing, I slowed it down and then re-launched the journey of strange hands discovering me. Sizzle and fire arcing but not connecting ... I wouldn’t allow it and groaned agonizingly to myself. But I knew I did this for the best! Finally, I rinsed -- as slick and smooth as wax on a dance floor, waiting for the music to start so that I could finish what I had begun.

The shower had two heads in it. One was stationary and adjustable for specific types of water flow, like the needle spray. The other was hand-held with fewer adjustments, but it did have the critical one, pulse. Picking up the hand-held wand, I rinsed myself, then switched the water flow to pulse -- hard pulse.

The showerhead was a comfortable distance away from my clit as the pulsing stroked me and the water began to work its magic. Every few moments the showerhead had to be moved a bit closer to adjust the intensity of the vibration. Almost immediately I could feel an orgasm building. The arc, lightning and sizzling connections I had disrupted earlier came on full force; based at my core, in my gut and around, over and underneath my clitoris. This release rocketed once quickly to its explosion. My cry was almost painful as it bounced off the tile walls, echoing in my ears. Strangely, I didn't recognize it as my voice but I did not stop.

The water, both soft and hard pressing against me, fucked me repeatedly and my fingers, no longer gentle or a part of me, pounded in and out of my pussy. Pulled onward, I was being immersed in a raging orgasm; one powerful enough to immediately shrink my world. The length and intensity of it were matched by a yet louder, drawn out, wail that came as the symphony overtook me, washing every nerve ending in my body with its long, oscillating wave.

My head was spinning, thighs trembling and knees weakened from fighting to remain upright. I stood and shook for several lengthy moments with my hand on the shower wall, propping myself up, until I could at least begin to come down. Even then it was difficult to get my muscles to move to turn off the water. Lurching I grabbed for my towels burying my face in the fragrant softness and stepped out of the shower.

In a slightly swerving, listing gait, I moved to the dressing table bench and carefully lowered myself to sit; allowing my lungs to re-fill while my head hung low. Marveling at the experience, I touched myself once more to see if I was wet from the water itself or from my orgasms.

So... I sit here now, dry but wet still -- thinking of how my pussy can “breathe,” how that delicious water fucked me and how this is the best solution I have ever found for a bad hair day.


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