Angel had just finished writing her story, and had the joy, of once more creating a web page. Usually this was enough to ease some of the sexual tension she always seemed to have, but not this time. She knew she needed to shower and go to the store, but she was really not interested in doing it. The heat of the story flushed her face, she wished her husband was home. 9:45 a.m., He would be gone for hours still. How would she be able to stand it without having him?
She headed for the shower, maybe if she turned it cold enough it would help. Taking off her silk nightie, she started the water, letting it warm enough for her to wash then she would turn up the cold. The water splashed her flushed face, as she hurriedly grabbed the soap. Running it quickly over her arm, she slowed without even realizing it. The feel of the soap was so sensuous on her arm, the heat suddenly spread to her chest. She moved the soap back and forth slowly feeling the exotic bubbles caress her. Shaking her head, she knew this would never work, she had never been able to feel anything but frustrated when she was alone before.
As she quickly soaped her other arm, Angel once again paused, reveling in the feel of the soap as it moved over her fingers. Why did it feel like this, it was incredible, never before had anything aroused her like this did. Placing the soap on her breasts she slowly rubbed the soap over them. Shaking her head to try to clear it, but not succeeding, she let the soap trail down her taut stomach, exciting her as it went. The heat was becoming unbearable as the soft silky feeling, moved her to a height of arousal that she had never attained by herself before. Cautiously she slipped her fingers between her legs, it was so soft, and it felt so good.
Leaning back against the shower wall, she allowed herself a moment, to just feel. Startled by a noise she jerked up looking around, she was supposed to be alone in the house. A smile crept across her face when she realized that the noise she heard, was herself moaning in pleasure. Angel sank down to sit in the tub, even the water splashing on her sensitive body was turning her on. Her fingers slowly teased her love button, playing with it. She tried to think of her hubby there feeling her like this, of his fingers touching her. She closed her eyes, and there he was, his hands on her breasts, then between her legs. Angel moaned in delight.
The air was filled with her moans as she imagined he was there, his hands touching her. She allowed just one finger to slip inside and gasped. She couldn't remember it feeling like this before, so soft, silky and so hot. Slowly she moved her finger in and out, then let another join it. Her breath was hot and ragged, as the water beat down on her. She was more excited than she ever thought she could be by herself, maybe this time, things would be different. Maybe this time it would work. She let her mind think back to the story she wrote, the handsome man coming and carrying his maiden off to bed. Then her literary lover was there, holding her.
He and her husband were doing the most fantastic things to her body. She could feel their hands on her body now, gently touching her breasts, caressing her nipples. Someone's hand slid up and down her thigh, sending thrills throughout her, massaging the small of her back. Another hand was tugging softly, yet firmly on her nipples. She felt a hand slide across her stomach sending ripples of anticipation throughout her body. Each touch, each caress, more intense than the last, till she cried out as the orgasm finally came. Sitting there panting, she was amazed, never before had she been able to achieve that level of sensuality before. It rocked her, so this was what she had been missing, all of this time. Standing she allowed the water to wash her off, she stepped out of the shower and began to dry. The towel on her sensitive skin set off her longings again. She thought instead of the store, she would just lay down on the bed, but sleeping was the furthest thing on her mind.
