He lets you go

From behind, you hear the click of the door unlock and you stumble back out of the truck. Once out, you take a few moments to fix up your dress so that you don't look entirely disheveled and Nelson turns his truck around in the drive. You hear the window open and the man leans out of it. A card rests between his fingers. "If you ever want another good time girlie. Give ol' Nelson a call. I'll make it worth your while." The crude man gives you a wink.

"Like I'd ever do that." You groan but take the card anyway, at least you may need it someday to get ahold of him for some other reason. The man chuckles before driving off and leaving you in front of your house. You walk into your deserted home and head straight for the shower. Once inside, you peel off your tattered dress and underwear. With a quick peek at your naked body in the mirror reveals your nipples still fully erect and a hint of wetness between the folds of your sex. You run a hand down through a thin layer of pubes above your slit. It won't be long before you'll have to shave them again to keep yourself nice and smooth down there.

Entering into the glass shower, you turn the water on hot and start lathering your body up. It isn't long before the bathroom gets nice and steamy from the heat and moisture collects on the glass to hide the user from view. Your fingers run along your tits and small shivers of pleasure run through your body. Despite everything that's happened, giving that blowjob in the truck has set your body on overdrive. It's hot and horny and ready for action. A gentle moan parts your lips and you slide a hand down towards your slit. Your whole body shivers again as your fingers glide along your clit, then farther down to the entrance of your vagina. You moan "Fuck me..."

The mind is a powerful thing and you imagine a sexy man in his mid-twenties showering with you. You can't make out the details of his face, but his body looks like it was chiseled out of stone and his massive cock could split you open with a single thrust. Your hand grips your breast as he does and you bend over against the glass. Your breasts wiping the condensation off as your hand continues to rub against your opening. The Imaginary man grips your hips and slides his massive shaft inside of you just as you press your fingers into the hot channel of your pussy. With a moan, you begin fucking your self with your fingers. The imaginary man slams his cock into you at a steady pace that you keep with your fingers. Each thrust of your fingers presses his cock deeper into you until you feel shivers of pleasure from your fingertips hitting your g-spot.

You moan louder and press yourself more firmly against the glass. your tits are easily visible from the other side as you can see in the mirror above the sink. Each time you press forward with your fingers, your rounded tits and rigid nipples press firmly against the glass making two symmetrical circles with another less symmetrical one above it where your face is pressed against the warm glass. While your fingers can only reach your g-spot, The Imaginary man fucking you eagerly has a massive cock and you imagine it pressing deeper and reaching your cervix.

Diddling your pussy faster, your moans echo around the bathroom when your fantasy reaches its crescendo. Your fantasy man slams his cock into you and your pussy twitches eagerly around your fingers as you can almost feel his pulsing member inside of you. Hot waves of pleasure flood over your body and in your Mind's Eye you can see his cock throbbing white sticky cum into your womb. Millions of fertile swimmers hunt down your egg. With a shiver of taboo pleasure, you see one of them penetrate the pearly sphere of your egg. your whole body twitches in ecstasy for several minutes under the hot splashing water of the shower. Your moans echoing out as you continue to rub your pussy eagerly through the entire orgasmic experience.

You fall to your knees before sitting on the floor of the shower and allowing the hot water to wash over you. A sigh escapes your lips and you lean back against the side of the shower. Your hand idly rubs your lower abdomen as you contemplate the fantasy. You only hope that such fantasies are due to your ovulating uterus and not some latent fetish that you're just trying to come to terms with. You sigh in mild irritation. "Fucking uterus trying to get me pregnant."

After several minutes of just relaxing in the splashing water, you turn off the showerhead and wrap yourself up in a towel before returning to your room. After getting yourself off in the shower and drying off, you actually feel a little...relaxed? However, that relaxation quickly goes away when you pick up your phone and look at the text that Candice sent you. You read it. "Someone saw you and Rick at Cherry Hill. You have GOT to tell me all the juicy details when you get back."

Your body goes cold remembering what happened to Rick and you don't bother texting her back before climbing into bed and going to sleep.