When Shelley came back to reality, the sun was setting. She snickered at her uncalled for but much desired escapade. She was temporarily pleased and relaxed. Then she decided a shower and a bite to eat would be good to round off this unusual day.
She stretched and sat up on the bed, before she swung her feet to floor. It took her little time to make her way to the bathroom and gather her things. She generally liked to indulge in a luxurious bath, so that she could lounge. This time the deep ache of hunger easily convinced her that a shower would move her schedule along.
Shelley turned on and adjusted the temperature of the water, removed her soggy panties, and then slid the etched glass door all the way back. She glanced in the mirror before she stepped inside the bath, and gently pulled the door closed behind her. The water rained down on her nakedness and tapped a rhythm over her face, neck,nipples. and tummy.
Shelley reached for the moisturizer liquid soap, poured some into her hands, and began to spread it down the length of her figure. A cloud of steam enveloped her. She then took the soft loofah that laid aside the tub and started to scrub her from face to feet. She rinsed her and repeated the process.
Once she finished, Shelley slid her hand over her plump hill of treasure. Satisfied that she did not need to shave, Shelley turned her back and bent over into the spray. The water had felt gentle to her on the rest of her frame. Now, with her innermost parts exposed to it, the water beat down in a hot liquid torrent.
Her intention was to wash away any lingering traces of evidence from her fun from earlier. Except the sensation, felt more like an insistent tongue that coaxed those thoughts back into the front of her mind. The memories of him as he savored that cup of coffee at the Campus came back in a blurred rush.
Even alone in the shower at home, he had made her feel vulnerable. Her thighs tensed and relaxed. Shelley enjoyed more than a twinge of sheer pleasure, now. She spread her feet farther apart and allowed the spray of water full access to her.
A few moments passed and the hot water began to cool. By now, Shelley's ten-minute shower had gone on for nearly thirty minutes. The changes in temperature sent her over the edge. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered when the first of the tremors took her. She did not move until the last spasm. It had commenced her to scream aloud and nearly collapse.
Shelley gathered her wits again and hurried from the shower. She grabbed a towel and swiftly wrapped it around her. After she had done so, she turned off the shower and fled the bathroom to her bed. When Shelley plopped down on the side of her bed, she was still wet and shivering.
Shelley's uneven attempts to suck in air were ragged. Her heartbeat was so rapid that it forced her to try to control her breathing and calm down. Once she did, she accepted that she found herself clutching the towel the same manner that she had done his shirt at the meeting. Her head dropped.
"What the fuck!" She yelled.
Shelley tried as hard as she could to pinpoint the moment that simple shower water had turned into something much more. She searched her memory for the exact time that an insisting spray meant to cleanse her had changed to a demanding tongue, lips, and hands of his that did whatever they pleased to her. She felt compelled to find out what had her acting this way, at the spur of the moment for a person that she did not know. The answer eluded her, much to her frustration.
Shelley was on the verge of tears. It was not as if she had not had decent lovers in the past. Never had she had someone touch her emotionally so quickly and with such little effort. This was to her, for lack of better wording, raw and unfiltered.
"You do not know enough about this situation or person, Shell. In less than twelve hours this person has tasted your pussy in front of a room full of people, came to your house and stroked you into a nap, and then followed you to the shower and damn near licked the life out of you until you were screaming out loud. Maybe this person has a mate, maybe this person just unintentionally caught your fancy, and maybe you have lost your fucking mind. Either way, check yourself. You have always been a sensual woman and that you accept. However, this is beyond that. There is a line and you my dear have crossed it. Think, this is not even your usual random mental and hit and run. You are actively participating in letting this person do more than fuck. In fact, it feels like…oh no…it cannot be. You know and if you do not get a grip that person will know it too. Can't let that happen. You are slipping girlfriend. You have lived your entire life and never once got caught up. Get this silliness under control! You know nothing about this person who is touching all over your body, so cut it out. " Shelley mumbled to her.
All the while, she knew it was only a matter of time before it happened again. That moment when she crossed paths with that person and either all hell broke loose or worse. She might willingly lose a part of herself as she was. Instinct had warned her that this situation had potential that she had never imagined. The problem was that usually her instincts were spot on.
© Inakat 2016