A nice long shower

In the bathroom, the combination of sweat and the wetness from my dripping pussy meant I had to practically peel my yoga pants off of me. Damn, I certainly did give them a bit of a soaking. I stare for a moment before curiosity gets the better of me and I lean in and take a small whiff. Huh. Sweaty, yeah but also a strange sweetness. Then a thought seems to jump out at me. I wonder what it tastes like. I peer for a second before shaking my head, dropping them to the floor, and finally getting in the shower. I let out a small yelp as the water hit me as the temperature caught me off guard before stepping back under to let the water wash everything away. I can't believe I did that. I mean what the hell is the matter with me. Hey, you only did it to help Jason out, right? That's all you ever try to do. But this? Well, it's not like you’re his brother at the moment, and all that stuff you said was just for show. I mean, not all of it. He does have a pretty nice cock… And his nuts too, to be able to put out a load like that he mustn't have cum since Mom found that condom in his room. Just two whole weeks building up inside just waiting to come out. You can still taste it. A bit of it is still under your tongue that was missed when you made the video. I wonder what his friends will think of it. What if they don't like it? There's a twinge in my chest at the thought. What if this doesn't help? What would we do then? Well… we might have to make another one, maybe go a little further this time. Just imagine him standing over you, leading you to your bed, pushing you down, and… A moan escapes your lips as you realize that one hand is down massaging your slit. Quickly pull back my hand and adjust the temperature to try and cool off a bit. God! All these thoughts can't be normal. I mean sure, Jason is an attractive dude, with a really nice… Hey! Stop it. You're just all worked up from before and now you thinking with your… Well, you don't have a dick but focus Alex. Just get clean, go back down there, everything is going to be fine.

But even as I move my hands over this new body I feel the weight of my breast, my soft, smooth skin, and my long flowing hair. The sensation of the water was entirely different. The way it flowed around my new curves, traveling down and running against my pussy was incredible. I move back and angle the shower head downwards so it hits directly against it. I have to brace myself against the shower walls to not lose my footing and the constant barrage of water sends shivers down my spine. I stand in place as the continual jet had ripples of pleasure from deep within me pulsing out causing a wail to escape my lips. I immediately snapped my hand over my mouth and looked to the door. Shit, what if Jason heard that. The thought was short-lived as the showerhead stayed right on target bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I wanted so desperately to shove my other hand down but with one stopping any further outbursts I need it to keep me stable. I started rotating my hips to move the position of the water around creative waves of gratification. It was spectacular! A pulse that begins in my pussy and was shot out and up my body, my nipples stiffening and my eyes rolling back as it carried forth along my limbs tingling my fingers and toes. But it wasn't enough. It was right there but just out of reach. I let out a whimper and tried to thrust against the water but it didn't make a difference. I was so close I couldn't stand it. My need overcame my sense as my hand on the wall went down to my crotch. Even just running my finger over my pussy lips sent out shock waves. I circled my finger around my clit and felt an orgasm approaching, but it just wasn't quite enough. Pressing harder seemed to just push it further away until while rubbing the entrance one of my fingers slipped inside. My head flew back and my eyes opened wide. Yes! This is what I need. I began pistoning my digit in my snatch as fast as I could. So warm and wet as it seems to try to pull my finger in and wrap it tightly. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me like a balloon about to burst and every pump brought it closer and closer to popping. The water hitting just the right spot and me curling my finger at the right time is what finally burst that bubble. If my other hand wasn't over my mouth you would have heard me down the street as my legs spasmed and my hips thrust with reckless abandon. At some point, I must have slipped as my ass made hard contact with the shower floor but I was intent on riding this high for as long as I could, propelling my digit wildly inside as I pressed in on it like a vice. And that's where I stayed, basking in the afterglow of a well-needed climax.

It's only after a few moments that I become aware of the water, that thanks to me no longer bracing myself and falling over, was now slashing my right in the face. Oh well, at least it's water hitting me after an orgasm this time. Ha! Okay, my buzz is gone and this is getting annoying now. I turn off the taps, step out, and dry myself off. It's then that I realize the only clothes in here with me are a set of soiled yoga pants, and my hoodie is back in the lounge with Jason. I wrap my towel around but it leaves quite a bit of my cleavage and legs exposed. I guess it's better than nothing.