It’s been a long day. First I had to come in to work an extra shift at the bookstore, only to find that my other colleague didn’t finish restocking the shelves. My muscles ache as I bend forward to turn on the taps for the bathtub. After almost 9 hours of hard work I feel like I could spoil myself tonight, and by spoiling I mean a superhot soapy and foamy bath that hopefully would make my muscles ache less.
I pour some tangerine bath oil into the hot water before I step out into the small combined living room/kitchen. I open the fridge and take a bottle of ice cold beer. Just what I need, something to make me relax. I open it against the edge of the sink and take a mouthful. My eyes close for a second, letting the cold beer soothe me. I take of my glasses off and throw them on the counter. I put the bottle down and pull the sweatshirt over my head letting my t-shirt and my training bra follow. I carelessly drop them to the floor unbuttoning my jeans.
As I step out of them I grab the bottle and my laptop and walk back to the now steaming bathroom. I take another mouthful of my beer before I put it down on the tiles beside the tub. I turn the taps off and set my laptop up on the toilet lid and log on to Netflix. I leave the door open and flick the lights off. Finally, a whole night to myself, I pull my black thong down, kicking them into the laundry basket.
I scroll down on my laptop and click play on an old favorite movie of mine, As the foreword starts to roll I climb over the edge and inhale between clenched teeth. Too. Damn. Hot. I force myself down into the scalding hot water. Just what I need. Sadly I’m not sharing this with anyone – then I remember you. You have lingered in my mind since I saw you at the bookstore.
Being that I’m very shy, I just stuttered when you asked what aisle you could find the horror section. You had these black jeans on, and a black t-shirt, admittingly a little to tight to the fit. But yeah… you looked good. Curious and honest eyes. Tall and unconventionally handsome. Broad shoulders, a hint you are taking care of yourself. When you casually walked away to the direction I pointed to I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.
You on the other hand, didn’t look twice. How do I know this? Because I moved around the store, only to let my eyes rest on you when I unpacked a couple of more boxes. I’m just to shy, and shy girls don’t tend to be looked at twice. But what if I had been more brave? What if I could have had you here with me now? The thought makes me excited.
My palms slide over my breasts, making me purr. I imagine that it’s your hands playing. Letting them move further down, into the hot soapy water. I close my eyes and a low moan escape my lips. Your lips kiss me over my neck, nipping playfully. Then you press your lips against mine. Our kiss become deep, hot, sexy… eager.
My hands, your hands, move over my stomach down to my hips. Your fingers dig deep into my skin, showing that you owe me. You let your fingertips move over my thighs, I’m spreading my legs in the tub, causing the water to run over the edge. My back arch when my, your, fingers slips over my slit. Teasing. I shiver despite the scorching hot water.
You devour my mouth, letting your tongue move over my lower lip, tasting me. I can hear your growl, deep and primal. My fingers, your fingers, press down and move over my clit in small circles. You let two fingers slip inside me, my wetness making it easy. I arch my back in pleasure, again making water splash over the floor. I moan loudly, panting, letting my other hand tease my hard nipples.
I can almost taste you, how your skin would feel against my lips. How I would take your throbbing cock in my mouth, letting my tongue lick you. I inhale sharply when my fingers, your fingers, dig deeper into me, moving harder and faster. My fantasy bleed over, what if you cornered me in the bookstore earlier? I wouldn’t, couldn’t, resist at all. Having your arms around me, your mouth suppressing my moans as you press against me.
I imagine how you rush, how we rush, afraid that we could be caught. How you pull my jeans and thong down, my t-shirt up over my breasts just so you could push my training bra down to taste my skin. How you hurriedly pull your jeans and boxers down and turn me around, having me face the wall, my hands against the cold concrete. And then you slam into me.
Just the thought of your hard hips against my butt is enough to send me over the edge. I cum. Hard. The fire explodes in my loins, making me shake violently. I pull my fingers out and keep moving hard circles around my clit. I lift my hand from my breasts and cover my mouth, a weak try to muffle my scream. The orgasm runs heavily through my body, a lovely release from todays tension.
As I come down I exhale. Again alone in the hot water. The movie is still rolling on my laptop and I let my head rest against the edge. I hope I see you again tomorrow, if so I will not let my chance slide.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ejtbg9/the_bathtub_mf_str8_mast_one_look_is_enough
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