I pulled off my tennis shoes and socks, then my shorts and top. As I worked the ponytail holder out of my hair I walked into the master bathroom. I dropped the holder on the sink and turned on the shower, getting the water as hot as I could stand it.
The hot water from the massaging shower head shot into the tense muscles of my neck and shoulders. “Ahhhh,” I sighed as I put some body wash on my sponge. As I washed my neck and shoulders I forced myself to focus on one of the stories I had been writing. “So Terri drives into the valley through the pass, then to the base of the mountain. She gathers her gear and climbs the peak slowly, making her own handholds because the mountain is so smooth and sheer…mmm, that’s good…” I stopped suddenly, realizing I’d been massaging my breasts with the sponge the entire time I’d been thinking aloud! My suds-covered nipples were taunt and stiff, simply aching for attention.
Without thinking I lightly pinched one of them with my left hand while the sponge slowly worked its way down my belly to my mound. As if on its own accord, my legs opened to accept the small, moist sponge. I leaned against the shower and panted slowly, loosing myself in the sensation.
At that moment I thought I heard Amy whispering into my ear, “Here, Mom, let me help you with that.” I felt her warm, youthful breasts against my back, her legs rubbing against mine as her hand rested on mine to guide the sponge even harder against me. As Amy massaged me and slowly kissed my neck, I could hear Matt moaning as he leaned against the sink, watching our show and slowly stroking his shaft.
The sensations overwhelmed me suddenly and I gasped. My rigid body trembled with the force of my orgasm as my eyes closed tightly. The sponge fell to the shower floor. My hands slapped against the wall of the shower stall. The cooling water finally forced my eyes to open…And I was completely alone. But it had felt so real…
I turned off the water and dried off quickly. I had to get out for awhile. Go shopping. Grade some papers. Go to the library. Anything to get my mind off this. As I finished drying my hair, I walked out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. Within a few moments I had dressed in my favorite jeans, my comfy front clasp bra, and my baggy grey T-shirt with the black panther stalking across the front. I hung the towel up in the bathroom to dry, then slipped on my sandals.
It was at that moment I realized my bedroom door was wide open. I had closed it before I got in the shower! And my ponytail holder and sports bra were where I had left them, but my grey jogging shorts were missing.
I looked down the hallway, afraid one of the kids had seen me run around naked. I didn’t see either of them, but I did hear soft moaning coming from one of the other room… |