Getting wet

Stepping into the bathroom, you open the glass shower door. You turn the knob for the hot water and let it run. Looking in the mirror, you find yourself transfixed as you begin to peel away your clothes, revealing more and more of your body. A moment later the water turns hot and a cloud of steam billows out of the shower, coating the cool silvered glass with a layer of condensation, shielding your nude body from your own lewd gaze.

Freed from the trance, you step into the shower and adjust the temperature by adding in some cold water. Attempting to get to work, you grab a bar of soap and begin cleaning your arms and legs. You run the bar of soap across your smooth skin, doing your best to treat this as like any one of your thousands of previous showers. "It's just a shower," you think, "girls shower just the same as guys, no big deal!" But on some level you were lying to yourself. Yes right now you were just taking a shower...but your body was telling you it wanted more than just a shower. Eventually you get around to soaping up your breasts, building a lather and then setting the bar of soap down for a moment to use both hands.

A few brushes of skin against soapy skin have your new nipples standing tall and proud, as if reaching out, yearning for more stimulation. Your thoughts turn to fragments of last night's dream as your fingers play with your hard nipples, almost without any input from your conscious mind. You bite your lip and try stifle any sound you might produce. Not for fear that your mother could hear, but for fear of how you might react to your own girlish moans.

Now apparently blessed with free will, your ten fingers leave behind your ample bosom and head south. You glance down and watch with curiosity, waiting to see what they will do next.

Soon your fingers have congregated between your legs, one hand spreading open the pink wet flesh while the other tentatively explores. You look up, uncomfortable with the sight, and instead focus only on the feeling.

Your fingers are wholly inexperienced when it comes to this kind of thing. They sometimes retreat when they should advance, or go hard when they should go easy. All the same, what starts as a trickle of sensation slowly grows into a river of pleasure coursing through your nerves.

As your fingers grow braver they home in on their target, that sensitive pink button. As they begin to gently rub and stroke, the pleasure makes you shiver. You are so exquisitely sensitive, it feels like every ridge and valley in the pad of your finger sends a shock through you as it crosses your now-exposed clit. Your legs grow weak and you slip down the shower wall, hot water pelting your body. As you work your tiny clit harder and faster, you begin to moan and whimper. Your breathing grows faster and deeper, your breasts heaving with each inhale and exhale of the hot steamy air. Some small part of you is still resisting, but it feels far too good to stop. You push yourself faster and faster, "Yes! yes! yes! yes!" you whisper to yourself, panting with each word. The feeling builds and builds inside you until a dam bursts within you and a million gallons of orgasmic pleasure spill out "Fuuuuuuck!" you yell, your hands falling to your sides.

You lie there, catching your breath as you lie on the shower floor, basking in the bliss of your first female orgasm.