Steamy Display [18+]

I looked at the contents of my wallet: a small bundle of cash, assorted business cards, and both my work I.D. and my high school I.D. from three years ago. I took out the cash and counted out the requested amount, placing it in plain sight on the bedside table. I sighed, looking at the money under the bright pink room lighting.

Am I really going through with this? Is this really going to happen?

I felt the night breeze slip though the front of my robe, gliding right across the top of my breasts, still cooling off from the shower before. Though, to be honest, not even opening my entire robe to cool down in the nice breeze would be able to help get rid of the heat from the rest of my body. The more I thought about my reason for being here, the hotter my body became. Whether it was out of excitement or out of nervousness, I wasn’t sure.

Steam was flowing out from the open bathroom door, forming small clouds before dissipating in the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the silky bedspread, there was a faint outlining of the woman’s shape from behind the shower curtain. The finer details are hard to point out, but the curves around her hips are unmistakably obvious. The thickness in her thighs as she leaned over to wash her legs were in full sight. Her chest fell forward, her breasts holding firm without any kind of sag. Her hands were constantly on the move, traveling from her calves and taking a moment to stop between her thighs.

I didn’t even notice when my hand ended up between my own thighs. My legs were spread apart just a bit, enough for my fingers to touch and feel around. When I looked down I was already drenched, my fingers gently flicking at my warm clit. Slow breaths and letting myself ease up, I fell back on the bed and played with myself until the woman got out the shower.

My mind ran away on its own as my body went through its own sensation journey. One finger went inside my pussy, sliding in and out with ease, and my other hand cupped one of my breasts, massaging it in slow circles, magnifying the waves of subtle pleasure flowing through me. Those waves came crashing every time my finger pressed against the deepest parts of me, forcing me into uncontrollable moans. With the way things were going, I’d probably would have gotten off before the woman got out.

“Having fun without me?”

I heard a seductive voice speaking nearby. My entire body tightened up, my fingers still deep inside and my hand gripping at my breast. I quickly sat up, filled with more embarrassment than anything else now. The shower was still on, but the woman wasn’t basking in his steamy flowing water. Instead, she managed to walk out and stand right in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. She casually leaned back against the doorway, her arms folded behind her head. Her hair was dripping at the tips, the weight of the soaked up water keeping it straight behind her. Water was pooling all around her, from the drips and trickles from her pink nipples, the rushing drops from her thighs, and every other curvy spot on her body.

She asked me again with a sly smile, “Having fun without me?”


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