The master bathroom has been newly renovated. A massive tub alcove for me, redolent with cedar planking around an extra long deep tub. Dimmable lighting and a hidden shower wand for washing my hair complete one section. The new shower has his and hers rain shower heads, and separate wands, the acrylic block window has been replaced with rain glass. There’s even a bench in the shower. It’s enclosed in clear glass panels, all the finishes evoke a woodland glade. Quiet, calm, serene.
As I fill the tub, I lay back admiring the space. My favorite parts are invisible to the casual observer. Next to my head there is a cabinet completely hidden unless you know it’s there. My toys are kept in there, a drain ensures that no water builds up when they’re put away after cleaning. As I look at the wall across from me I smile and blow a kiss. Secreted throughout the bathroom are an array of waterproof pinhole cameras. They automatically record at all times so even if you’re not watching me test out my tub I know you’ll be watching later.
As I lounge in my now full tub, my hands slowly roam over my body as though I’ve never experienced it before. The low light enhances the tanned gold of my skin. The topless tanning I’ve been doing has really paid off, leaving no lines or white patches on my breasts. Goosebumps form as my fingers trace patterns on the full mounds, my nipples tense in anticipation, even though I’ve yet to even brush them. My hands continue down my smooth legs, spreading them wide, displaying my pink centre for the camera, even through the distortion of the water.
Finally, I lift my hands to my breasts, letting water drip onto the aching protrusions of my nipples, before cupping and lifting them slightly out of the water. My tongue laps a pattern over the exposed mounds as I bring them to my mouth. Pulling them in one at a time, I slowly suckle and nibble on them until I’m moaning around them. I can feel my centre throbbing, but I’m not ready for that release.
I reach into the toy box for the vibrating egg. Running it over my nipples as I play with the settings makes me nearly drop it as my hips buck of their own volition. I’m on the edge. I pinch my nipple that’s free of the vibrator hard, causing my centre to pulse, bringing on the convulsions of my orgasm.
As I recover, I slip the vibrator down my torso, finding the V and resting it just above that most sensitive of buds. I part my lower lips, opening the hood and exposing the swollen button to the lapping over the water. Even fully immersed, the ebb and flow created by my movement is enough to have me whimpering and biting my lip. Holding my lips open, I bring the vibrator into contact with my aching bud for just a second before withdrawing it. Cursing under my breath as the pleasure threatens to swamp any thoughts still remaining in my head, I bring it back into contact. Little cries and whimpers escape to fill the bathroom as I repeat this process, lengthening the duration the vibrator is in contact each time.
As my fluids run freely I turn it to its highest setting and bring it against me. I slip two fingers into my centre and find the internal spot that matches the bud and begin to stroke it. Pleasure builds quickly and it doesn’t take long before my entire body is strung tight on the edge. The pace of my fingers increases as I push over the edge, my body bucking hard with tension before going limp as wave after wave courses through my body.
As I recover, I smile. The tub is perfect. Tomorrow I can try out the shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nmc3ko/testing_the_new_bathtub_f_masturbation