She’s still in the shower

Twenty minutes earlier, Natasha had been staring at the door which Henry had just closed behind him and Sarah, her heart sinking as she suspected that she had just messed up badly.

Returning to the kitchen, Natasha poured herself a cup of coffee and then sighed deeply as she leaned back against the counter, looking quite devastated before taking a first sip as she gave her earlier performance a very negative review.
Her question had been incredibly awkwardly and stupidly formulated, and she winced as she thought back to how she had leaned forwards like that, acting almost like she had wanted Henry to stare at it. Which was perhaps the case, and that didn’t make Natasha feel any better. It wasn’t that she thought that Henry would now regard her as a slut or a cocktease, because she was convinced that the capacity to do so simply wasn’t in his nature, it was that he would most likely be beating himself up about it, which was worse.

Moving into Henry’s bedroom, Natasha remained deep in thought as she slowly finished her cup of coffee, trying desperately to come up with a way to salvage the situation and do something about the mess that she’d gotten herself into.

By now, Natasha was becoming increasingly convinced that Henry wasn’t merely an example of the sort of man she’d like to end up, he was precisely that man. Which should have been a good thing, but Natasha was much too aware of the fact that the impossibility of him ever wanting to get together with a much younger woman, young trophy girlfriends certainly didn’t seem to be his thing, was one of the things about him that she found so appealing.

Annoyed with herself for not having outgrown the age where she would suffer from schoolgirl crushes, Natasha returned to the kitchen and placed her emptied cup in the sink before returning to Henry’s bedroom, where she procured a towel from the wardrobe and retrieved her toothbrush from her overnight bag and continued on to the bathroom. She had spent about ten minutes thinking about her problem without really doing anything, and she guessed that it would be another ten before Henry came back. She should have ample enough time to brush her teeth and take a quick shower in that time.

Standing over the washstand as she brushed her teeth, Natasha looked at her image in the mirror and eventually decided that she had just force herself to get over Henry as quickly as possible and hope that Sarah wouldn’t insist on her being her new mother. Thankfully enough, the little girl hadn’t demanded that they should get her a baby brother or something…

Shaking her head at her own foolishness, Natasha slid her shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the floor and then got out of her panties, taking a moment to gaze at her naked shape in the full length mirror mounted onto the door before climbing into the shower stall.

It felt good when the water came spraying down onto her, and Natasha simply stood there for a while, clearing her head of any thoughts of her rotten morning and enjoying the soothing effect that the water was having on her mind.

Picking up the bar of soap, Natasha rubbed it between her hands until they were foaming and then leaned forwards a bit so that she could begin washing her thighs, working the soap into her skin in circular motions until soap bubbles were sliding down her legs.

Next, she did her stomach, crossing her arms over her belly as she worked her hands up and down over her hips and waist before moving up to her tits, a familiar tingling beginning to spread through her body as she ran her fingers over her puffy nipples.

Continuing to focus on her nipples, Natasha forgot all about the soap and began to think back to that moment in the kitchen when she had been leaning forwards in front of the fridge, only this time Sarah wasn’t around and Henry hadn’t just sat there.

Instead, he had gotten up and moved over to her before squatting down behind her, making her moan in anticipation before using his fingers to tug her panties to the side and reveal her damp pussy.

Imagining that she could feel his warm breath hitting her sex, Natasha trailed one hand down her stomach towards her crotch as she went on to picture to herself how he slowly pulled her panties down her legs before turning her around so that he could cover her crotch and thighs with loving kisses, teasing her to the point where she was dripping wet.

Running one digit down the length of her slit, Natasha tried her hardest to pretend that her finger was Henry’s tongue.

Using her other hand to fondle one of her soapy C cup tits, Natasha stood with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted as she inserted one finger into her slit.

After a short while, she decided that her fingers weren’t enough, and so dismounted the showerhead before placing her ass up against the tiled wall and spreading her legs so that the spray of water could hit her sex, gasping quite vividly as the water showered down onto her clit.

Standing like that, Natasha was sliding one hand up and down her own body while the other one was clasped around the showerhead as it sprayed water onto her crotch while she slowly thrust towards it and imagining that it was Henry who was making her feel so good.

Just then, she could hear the front door to the apartment being closed and Henry calling out “Natasha!?”