Worth It

This is my first time writing something like this. I appreciate kind, constructive feedback <3

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I shut the door to the bathroom behind me.

It wasn’t a large bathroom; just a skinny rectangle. Towers and a robe hung on the wall on the left. A counter and mirror running along the wall to the right, then the toilet, ending at the shower. That was my destination.

I walk to the shower and pull back the liner just enough to turn the water on. The shower head hisses to life as I close the liner to keep the water inside.

Time to undress. I slide my split color college sweat shorts and polka dot panties down my legs in one fluid motion, stepping out of them and tossing them to the side. My hands move to the hem of my oversized white sleep shirt and I pull it up over my head, tossing it on top of the pile.

I glance over at my body in the mirror. I’ve never been the most attractive girl but I’ve always thought I was sexy in my own way. Long brown hair with a slight natural curl, gently flushed chefs, and curves. As I turn slightly my thick thighs and ass jiggle ever so slightly. What I wouldn’t give to feel a strong hand on that ass…

Anyway!

I snap out of it walk over to the shower. I stick my hand in to test the temperature; a little hot but it’ll do. I pull back the liner and step in the shower closing the it and curtain behind me.

It’s funny how the shower feels like it’s own little world like that; the curve feels like it blocks out the outside world. I step into the water and let it run off my skin turning my back to the flow and wetting my hair. At this point, muscle memory kicks in. I begin the standard shower steps: shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse, body wash, rinse, and so on, but my mind is not there. Instead it drifts to the steamy texts Sir and I had been sending.

I began to imagine what he’d do if he were there in the shower with me. Of course, he’s told me as such: pin me down and eat me out until I can’t stand anymore and then keep going. But I enjoy playing out the scenario in my head. Imagining him standing there, drinking me in with his eyes. How his hands would feel on my skin. His lips softly kissing mine and trailing kisses along my neck.

Before I know it, I’m done showering. I take the shower head out of its holder and rinse off the walls. I reach my hand up to return the shower head to the wall when I pause, a dirty thought entering my mind.

Sir doesn’t like when I play without him but he’s also busy, something about cleaning his garage, aka boring responsibility. Fuck it I think to myself and bring the shower head back down.

I slowly turn the nob as it clicks through its different settings before landing on my destination: the jet setting. The jet setting and I have gotten very familiar throughout the years; showing in college was certainly less fun without it (give college kids removable shower heads, I beg you).

I start by runningthe jet of water along my neck and shoulders feeling the pressure on my skin. I trail the water down my chest until I am circling my nipples with it. They begin to stiffen and I move the water over them. The stimulation of the water is heavenly and I begin to feel the familiar desire from lower.

I step my feet out wide to the edges of the tub and lean back against the wall of the shower. I’ve always wondered what this position looks like from an outsider’s perspective: legs spread as wide as possible, back arched, chest up. If only Sir were here to see it.

I began to trail the water between my breasts and down my belly until I reach my vulva. I move the jet along the outside ever so slowly, teasing myself. Then I run the water up and down my slit which gives the slightest of stimulation. I continue that until I can’t take it anymore, I need the water on my clip.

I use my left hand to spread open my lips while the other holds the shower head. I direct the water at my pussy first and slowly drag it up until it hits my clip. The feeling is intense, the jet of water pounding the sensitive button.

As I lean there enjoying the feeling, another idea hits me. A challenge for myself. Usually I would fill my mouth with water as a makeshift gag but this time I have a different idea.

I focus in on the music coming from the waterproof speaker in the corner of the shower. I Begin to sing along with the song, belting the notes out confidently. My challenge is this: keep singing and the jet stays on my clip, stop singing and the water stops, see if you can cum without ruining the song.

At first it’s easy enough, I was a choir kid in high school after all, I’m pretty good at breath control. The water continues its assault on my clip and I sing along confidently. The song ends and I remove the water, no stimulation without singing.

The next song begins, the intro plays and then the voice starts, I start singing too as the water returns to myclip. It catches me a bit off guard and I gasp, removing the water.

I catch my breath and return the water as I start singing again. It’s getting harder to sing as confidently now and I start to get breathhier and breathier. But I keep going.

I make it through the first verse and chorus. The second verse comes and I can feel myself getting close; my knees start to bend and my hips grind in the air.

Getting out each word is a struggle now as I just want to moan and catch my breath. The second chorus approaches and so does my orgasm. I am right on the edge.

I take a deep breath and begin the chorus as the orgasm hits me. My knees start to give as I struggle to hold myself up, the waves of pleasure rolling through me. I throw my head back in ecstasy, the words to the song coming out as barely more than a whisper as my orgasm takes my breath away. My body trembles with the last of the waves.

I keep the water on my clip and my body spasms a few last times. Whenthe spams stop I take the water off and gingerly stand back up straight, my legs feel weak.

I click the shower head back to its normal setting and return it to the wall. I twist the handle until the water stops and open the curtain and liner.

I grab my towel and begin to dry off. I step out of the shower and look at myself in the fogged up mirror, a look of complete satisfaction on my face. I pick up my phone and text Sir to admit what I had got up to. Whatever he says, all I can think is “Worth it!”