The Shower

On the way to the shower, I put my phone on the charger. It was Saturday; I knew I would need it later. Just as I turn to leave the room, I get a message from a kid. Walk with the phone to the bathroom, reply to the message, then lay it on the countertop, turn on the shower and get in. It was early afternoon. My thoughts drift to the day ahead, soon I am finished showering.

I get out of the shower, start drying off, and pick up the brush. My phone jingle goes off. I pick it up, kind of exasperated at what I thought was another message from a kid. I see “Now.” It’s hard to describe everything that happens to me when I see that. So so much happens, so so fast.

My belly feels it first, instant warmth that tingles upwards and outwards. A tense tightening in my thighs, suddenly, which bursts into heat that seems to radiate from my pussy. My clit swells, throbs, and my nipples tighten almost painfully as I feel the full heavy feeling in my breasts. My breath catches in my throat and it’s all I can do to gasp in air, I know what is coming.

The heat, the tingle, the warmth of my own juices seeping from me, tickling and taunting me, till I can’t stand the aches and waiting and will beg to cum. All that matters is the orgasm, all that matters is the cliff edge I am hanging off of, and all that matters is that I let go of it and let it take me. I don’t think, I just act.

Another message. I stoop down, my legs are a bit weak, it says “spray, splash, everything now, all over.” In essence, it happens without conscious thought on my part. The words speak to my brain, the body obeys. I feel the onslaught of heat between my legs and I tighten my thighs together, trying to focus the burn more, make it harder, and send it higher. It happens, I feel flushed, heated, my pussy lips are almost quivering as I fall to the floor in the bathroom.

The orgasm hits me, the phone drops, I don’t care about it yet, twisting to the side as I feel a warm spray of juices cover my thighs, and I wish the rolling wave of pleasure would go on forever. I can feel my breath catching in my throat as I draw in air to scream with. I know I sound loud; the echo of my moans fills my ears. I pant for a minute, pick up my phone and try to message back what has happened.

I am a mess, I say. I am covered in sweet juices and I can smell me. My thighs are slick with the spray and I can feel more juices trying to join the tickle race. I catch my breath a second. Another message. Tell me. I try to describe what has happened. I say how messy and dirty I feel. How hot and sexy. I feel my cheeks glow crimson. The next message is scary. I know you are blushing. You know what you need to do. The red spreads quickly from my cheeks, lighting my nipples and tummy on fire on the way to the apex between my already slick thighs.

I explode, no thoughts, no cares. My focus stays on the blush, using it, making it arouse me more than ever before. My brain is screaming more than ever before, trying for a second to understand, to think, to process what is happening before I just cave and let the river take me, flowing fast and furious. I just ride the wave, til the orgasm lowers me. It is a few minutes before I can message, Awesome! So much feeling, so high, such a mess.

I beg to breathe and finally rise, only to climb back in the shower.