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Yet another high school story... | yoyo1342 | 6

 

After getting the water to just the right temperature, you hop in the shower. You rush to get under the water, and before lathering up, you take a wash cloth and scrub down. Setting the wash cloth aside, you take your bar of soap and start to lather up. You rub the soap over your shoulders, then your chest, stomach, pelvis, and legs. Setting the soap aside, you proceed to just rub your soapy body all over. This, you are well aware, is not part of the cleaning process. You slowly rub your finger under your soaped up breasts, just barely touching your thumbs to your nipples before giving both breasts a little squeeze.

You feel a slight chill in the room, but ignore it in favor up soaping up.

Keeping the fingers on your right hand running back and forth over your left nipple, you let your left hand slowly roam down your abs before gently running it along pelvic mound before taking two fingers and using them to part your labia. You softly moan to yourself as your fingers finally come in to contact with your clit, well lubricated by soap and your own juices. You continue to slowly run your fingers around your clit, and ante up by bringing your right hand down to finger yourself.

With the water constantly running over your face, you begin to slowly rock back and forth to the rise and fall of the powerful sensations in your now trobbing sex. Just as you can feel an orgasm cresting, and your body is tensing till you're stiff as a board, you open your eyes a little, and though the glass is frosted, and completely fogged by the heat, you almost think that you see the outline of a person on the other sideā€¦

 

Is it your imagination?


          Not your imagination...

          ...must be your imagination.

 
 
 

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