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Chapter 8

Is That It For The Night?

No.

After sneaking back into my room through the window. I took off all of my clothes and I dropped them into the hamper with all the others on my way to the bathroom. I step over to the tub to draw a hot bath, making sure the temperature was just right. While waiting for the tub to fill, I slowly stretch my sorely abused muscles. My body was tired, and every inch of me was aching. I smooth my hands down my body as you had done so many times before, trying to massage away the tension. This worked for only a few seconds.

Turning the water off, I slip into the tub, sinking neck deep into the warmth. Slowly, I wash my hair, massaging my scalp to try to ease the dull headache that persistently throbs in my left temple.

After rinsing my hair out, I reach for my loofah and soap. Lathering up the loofah, I start to scrub.

The mere thought of Brad catching me touching myself, getting myself off, makes me even hotter. Standing up, I scrub down my lower body, gasping when my fingers come in contact with my sensitive clit. Sitting back down, I rinse off the soap, making sure everything is clean as a whistle. My thumbs brush against my hardened nipples, a moan escaping my lips. The thumb and forefinger of my left hand pinch and roll my nipples as my right hand slowly moves lower. My fingers slide between my legs to tease the tender folds of my pussy, slowly moving back up to tease my clit.

Moving my hand lower, I insert first one, then two fingers inside my pussy, instantly finding my g-spot. In my mind's eye, I can see you hovering over me, your hand buried between my legs as my fingers are firmly wrapped around your cock. You have no idea how bad I wish you were here right now. My own hand will have to do for the moment. I use the two fingers to massage the inner walls of my pussy, my thumb gently rubbing my clit. Slowly the pressure builds in my lower stomach.

My breathing becomes erratic, and my heart starts to race. The tension has built up past the breaking point with no turning back. I start whimpering, whispering Brad's name as I fell into a full orgasm. My juices entered the water. I closed my eyes with pleasure.

After my masturbation session in the tub, I had a dirty thought.

Was Is It?

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