After a stressful day, I decided the best thing to do to relax myself would be to run a hot bubble bath. Once in, I couldn’t help masturbating in the bath to really take out the tension!
I love the sound of the water running, not straight away when you first turn the taps on, but after there’s already a little water in and the steady flow creates a steady ripple. I’ve turned off the overhead light, and instead have lit a candle at one end of the tub which creates a much calmer atmosphere. I climb into the bath before it’s finished filling, this way I can adjust myself to the temperature as it gets hotter. I decide not to put on any music like I normally would, instead I wanted to only listen to the sound of my body in the water.
I let the water run quite hot. Any skin above the water tingles and goose bumps form from the relative cold. I stretch out my legs above the water so that I can lie with my back fully stretched out and my head half submerged into the water. Everything sounds different underwater, and as I bring my legs back down I can hear the friction of my thighs sliding past each other in the water. My hands which were previously slack against my sides lift up and nestle themselves instead between my legs. I don’t do anything, I just enjoy the feeling of them there.
The bathroom is steamy from the water, the mirror on the adjacent wall fogged up. I watch as the steam vapours rise up from my the water and disappear into the dark room. The flickering candle light reflects on my skin, I sit up and watch as the water cascades down my body. I take the bath sponge and drip water over my breasts, watching droplets fall off the point of my nipples. I take the soap and start to clean my body. I always start with my breasts, then move down my torso. Next I soap up my collar, neck and arms. I reach forward and stretch on leg, cover it in suds, then alternate to the other leg. I feel thoroughly soaped up and pinching my nose with my thumb and forefinger and plunge myself under the water. I feel the heat engulf me briefly until I sit back up, gasping for air.
I lean back against the bathtub, my legs naturally falling slightly separated. I can taste the water, which I find “clean” tasting even though I know it’s got soap and Harriet sweat mixed in. I close my eyes and listen to the quietness, my hands slowly drifting up and down my half sunken body. Finally, it finds my sensitive centre, which feels a different kind of wet. More slick against the touch. I start to rub my fingers very carefully over the small bud of my clitoris, enjoying the feeling of hot water surrounding it. My breasts peak above the water, and since the window is slightly open, my nipples are standing completely erect. I take my other hand and start massaging my breasts. First one, then the other, pinching the nipples slightly so that they tingle.
As I start to increase the speed of my fingers, stroking back and forth, my legs start to move of their own accord, rubbing against each other, toes pointed, feet resting against the taps. My back arches as my breath quickens, little gasps escaping me and breaking the other wise almost silent room. I can hear the splashes of the water. The air is hot, heavy and it smells of sex. My sex. I lift my fingers to my mouth and taste a diluted version of myself, sweeter in the water. I reach back down and insert a single finger, feeling how hot I am, letting it slide slowly in and out. Soon it’s two fingers and I’m gripping onto the side of the tub with my other hand, trying to steady myself as waves of sensation rocket through my body. My legs are writhing, and I can see my breasts silently rise and fall as my breathing grows heavier.
Still clutching the side, my back arches as I let out a final desperate moan, my body on fire in the water. I can feel my orgasm spread from the core of my body throughout to the tips, my fingers becoming drenched inside me. There is water splashed all over the side, and the room is still except for my panting. I slowly lie back down in the bath as my body subsides, slow after ripples still causing it to convulse sporadically. My body tingles, and this time I know it’s from masturbating in the bath rather than the breeze that still coming through the open window.