Getting a Shower

I stir from my restless slumber, the harsh light from between the curtains drawing me reluctantly back into consciousness. My mind clears, the mists of sleep dissipating as I slowly sit up, my nipples pebbling in the chill of the room. A sudden awareness of my current state washes over me; naked, filthy, and in a cramped, dingy motel room. I rub my eyes.

I'm in **** need of a shower, and I stumble towards the small, cramped bathroom. I turn on the tap and wait for the water to heat up. Once it reaches an acceptable temperature, I step into the tub, wincing as the water cascades down my sore back. I reach for the bar of soap, slicking it over my body, massaging the lather into my tender muscles. I lean against the wall, closing my eyes, and relishing the sensation of the hot water as it cascades down my face, my chest, and my pelvis.

I let out a long, slow exhale, allowing the heat and steam to soak into my bones. The water continues to cascade down my body as I methodically scrub away the layers of dirt and sweat. My fingers trail lower, exploring the smooth, supple skin between my thighs. I lather my hands, and then begin to caress and cleanse my body in slow, circular motions, savoring the feeling of the soap as it glides over my tender flesh.

My fingers slide down my wet, slick folds, gliding effortlessly over my swollen clit. A soft moan escapes my lips as I begin to circle the sensitive nub with my fingertips. The water continues to cascade down my body, mingling with the beads of sweat that have formed as I start to touch myself. A soft moan escapes my lips, the steamy air muffling the sound. I press my free hand against the cool, wet tile, using it for leverage as I increase the pace of my ministrations.

I close my eyes, leaning against the cool, wet tile, and savor the delicious, warm tingles that radiate outward from the growing pressure building between my thighs. I can feel my arousal growing, my breath growing as I close my eyes, fully immersing myself in the sensations washing over me. My breath hitches as I increase the pace, my fingers dipping lower to tease the entrance of my wet, yearning pussy.

My hand continues to roam, sliding between my swollen folds. A thrill of excitement courses through me, and I continue, savoring the sensation of the slick skin against my fingers. A low, guttural growl escapes my throat as my other hand grips the edge of the shower, using it for leverage as I press my middle finger against my clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles.

I can feel the orgasm building, the intensity rising with each stroke. My chest heaves, and my heart races as a crescendo of shudders course through my body. A guttural, inarticulate cry escapes my lips as I cum, my entire body trembling in the wake of the powerful, orgasmic wave that washes over me. Liquid heat spills from my quivering core as the cathartic, explosive release washes over me in waves.

As the tremors subside, I lean against the shower wall, my breathing ragged and uneven, panting and shaking, as the euphoria of my orgasm ebbs away. I slowly lower my hand, the water washing away the evidence of my intimate exploration. My body trembles, the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through my core, a wicked grin gracing my lips.

I finally step out of the shower, grabbing the towel that I'd wrapped around the bed covers. I dry myself off, feeling invigorated and renewed, my body glowing from the aftermath of my intimate exploration. Stepping back into the dingy motel room, the filth and grime are now washed away, and I feel as if I have the strength to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.