Nightcap

It was late when I finally made it in the door. All day you had been sending me texts and emails and all of them were suggestive one way or another. Sure, some of them were sweet but most of them were decidedly not sweet at all. You downright made me blush at work and I could feel myself wet most of the day. Finally, home though, I could flip carelessly through every message, open all the pictures and actually do something about the dull throb between my folds. I take the phone with me into the bathroom. I worked all day, after all, why not relax and unwind in there?

I pull my long hair up and twist it into a messy bun, making sure to tuck in all the loose hairs in because I don't want to bother washing my hair tonight. We have plans, but that's for later. Through the screen too, so there's no reason to not be comfortable. I turn the shower on and turn it absurdly hot to get started. I set my phone on the counter, taking out my earrings and setting them near the mirror, rubbing the lobes while flipping through the pictures. They started playful, and a little chaste. What you wore today at work, then you pulling your shirt up and showing off your lower stomach and down. Down. My brain short circuited at work.

You looked good enough to eat, and I looked up into the mirror to see the blush riding along my cheekbones. I make a face in the mirror, kicking my shoes off into the hallway outside the bathroom before shutting the door. I set the phone back down, sliding out of my shirt and dumping it into the basket, then unbuckling my jeans and sliding them down until they pool against the cool tile floor. Steam rising from the shower door behind me as I slid my socks off and tossed them into the basket too, the cool tile beneath my feet.

I pause reaching back to unhook my bra and smirk, picking up the phone in my right hand, and pushing the cup of my bra down. I carefully turn the phone until I feel like the angles perfect and snap a couple of pictures of my tit hanging out of my bra for you. I unhook the bra finally, hooking it over the door handle and shift from foot to foot, looking through the photos before selecting the one to send along your way.

"Two can play at the teasing game. Gonna... think of you while I shower. Wish you were here." I send the message and photo along. Going back to the gallery to peek at the next shot you sent me. Pants down around your knees, your cock hard, and I let out a moan in the back of my throat. It was a wonderfully sexy picture. I step out of the pants and stand there in my black panties, the center soaked through and flip to the next picture. This one though.. my lips part and I stand there a little dazed in my want. You made a mess all over, and all I wanted to do was climb through the picture and drag my tongue through the mess you made.

I was going to be drooling from both mouth and cunt if I continued to ogle. I hummed out, peeling my panties down and when they hit the floor I step out of them and onto the shower mat. I flipped my phone to the last picture, your cock looking thick and the last drop of the mess you made for me sliding down the tip, then set the phone on the shelf next to the shower door. Normally I put it there to listen to music but today..? My brain full of you, I left it on that last shot and slid the door open, sliding into the hot water, I let out a squeak at how hot it is, my skin blasted red for a moment, while I adjust the temperature. When it isn't surface of the sun hot but still hot enough to keep me warm i get back under the spray.

My eyes keep glancing back at that picture on my phone. I set the screen to not time out and it was hard to resist not staring at you forever. I picked up the soap and tried to just lather myself up carefully, focusing on getting clean for the moment. Taking the bar of soap and sliding it down each arm, rubbing it in slowly, then my neck, chest, down my stomach, and over my hips. Down each leg, and back up, rinsing. I ignored the throbbing beat of my heart in my clit, not just because soaping there was a no-no, but because I knew once I gave in I wouldn't finish this shower as clean as I could be. I twist around, washing my back and down over my ass.

I switch from the bar soap to the pump of face wash and get a little in between my hands, rubbing them together with a little of the hot water and start scrubbing my face. My heart still skittering a beat of want and need through me. My head is full of everything I had wanted today. You turning me over your desk and shoving that cock inside me until I cried out. Me splayed back on the desk, you between my legs and liberally eating me like a starving man. I bite my lip and rinse my face off. Standing under the hot water.

I can't take the fantasies playing out behind my closed eyes much longer. I could take this desire to bed and really have a go at it, but I know if I don't scratch this itch my desire will eat me up. I take the showerhead in my hand and tilt it up so it's hitting the back wall of the shower. I step back until my shoulders hit the wall and slide my right leg up to the shelf where I normally put extra soaps. It was a good ledge for shaving or, in this case, it was the perfect step to open my legs up. I slide my left hand down, pressing slow into my water warmed skin. Dragging it further down, its nails scratching just a little to score my skin in little red marks in its wake.

Down and down, until my fingers are pressed against the lips of my pussy, spreading myself open for no one but me. My other hand slides up my side and squeezes my breast slowly. My head turns and I eye the picture through the fogged-up glass of the shower. I bite my lower lip and lean my head back against the wall. Tilting my neck back to comfortably lean into the bun of my hair to cushion my head. I press myself open wider, my middle finger dipping down between my already wet folds.

All day you drove me insane, the evidence soaked through my panties, and now still clinging between my folds. I drag my finger down, then back up, opening myself up, I don't brush against my clit just yet. My eyes shut and I let out a moan. Resting the top of my back more into the cool wall, while the water from the showerhead pelts against my skin. I let out a little gasp as I curl my index finger between my folds to meet the middle finger and press up hard against the swollen clit.

I have to chew on my tongue to keep from crying out, and just breath out hard through my nose. I circle my swollen clit, and I release my tongue to moan gently. All of my want focused on my fingers, rubbing side to side, then up and down, and then around. My body climbing slowly higher and higher. The muscles of my stomach tightening downwards, pulling my strings until they were fit to snap. I am pressing maddening circles round and round, my knuckles brushing my button when my fingers slide lower. The friction driving me back against the wall.

"Fuck." I whisper, no one there to hear but me. I was always vocal and I knew if you were there, you'd want to hear me and want to hear me break myself over you. I could see you, leaning back against the bathroom door in my head, eyes on my fingers circling and rubbing, up and down against the throbbing clit under my fingers. Your cock straining in your jeans. All eyes on me. "I'm.." I gasp around my own voice. "Fuck me." I whisper, and then I arch off the wall, my pussy pressing into my hand as I hump myself over the edge. My foot on the shelf shaking, my insides spasming around the flurry of movement.

Your name falls from my lips, over and over as I gasp into the empty shower. My clit throbbing hard against my still pressing fingers. I can't stand straight anymore. I rub slower, trying to catch my breath but to not let his high go. I release my tit and press back into the wall. Pushing off, letting my foot fall to the floor. I consider the area around and figure I can just... I slowly lower myself down, one hand behind me against the wall, my left back where it belonged as I spread thighs apart, sliding easily on the soaked shower floor. The water was nearly hitting me in the face, but I didn't care. I shoved my hands back between my legs and pressed my fingers back to my clit, I leaned back further, until my head tapped the wall.

It wasn't that it was more comfortable, but my mind could wander to kneeling at your feet, my eyes level with your cock and pressing my mouth against it, open mouthed and a little sloppy. But I wanted you to want me. The way that I wanted so badly to suck your cock. My mind focused on the thought, opening my mouth and sliding my tongue against my wet lower lip, wishing I could taste you. Wishing you would fuck my mouth until I was gasping around your cock with every thrust. I could feel your fingers threading into my hair and holding you in while my fingers flew against my clit.

I climbed again, my body shaking there on the ground. I can taste you on the back of my tongue, salty but so good. "Right there." I whisper, fingers dancing Hard enough along my clit for me. The friction that I needed and that you knew so well. I leaned back into my ankles and rocked into my hand. Imagining you cumming across my tongue, and then I bow out again, my body shaking hard and my mouth open in a silent scream. My legs shake beneath me, and between the shower water and my own wetness, I was dripping onto the shower floor. I slow down my rubbing, edging out the last few spasms that left me whimpering. I slide my fingers away, pressing down against my thigh and spreading them.

I just breathe in nice and slow, catching my breath and slowing my heartbeat. I flatten my palms onto the shower floor and slowly slide back, leaning into the wall for support and stand on my wavering legs. I step back into the stream of water, my eyes open and face flushed. Rinsing myself off, taking time to clean with just the warm water between my folds before turning the shower off. I feel lightheaded in the best way and take a soft pink towel down from the shelf and pat myself dry. From the shelf outside the shower my phone buzzes and I curiously step towards it. Your picture is still up and I thumb it away, patting the towel over my face and neck, then down my body.

It was you. I smile, pressing open the message and grinning a little.

'Fuuuuuck.' Seems you got the picture. 'Where are you?'

I type back. 'Just got out of the shower.'

'Hurry up.'

'Coming.'

I turn the screen off and grin to myself, wandering out of the bathroom to go and talk to you.