The Beauty and The Creep

It's been such a long, exhausting day. All I can think about at this moment is getting home, and finally having two minutes to myself. Taking off this God forsaken bra, and sinking into a steaming hot tub!

My apartment is small, but it is home. It's quaint; cozy and quiet; and just how I like it. The first steps through the threshold have always brought a wave of peace, after a long day. Like the troubles of the outside world couldn't reach me in here. My impenetrable fortress of brick and mortar. But, lately, that hasn't been quite the case. Things have just seemed.... "off". I can't seem to place my finger on what exactly, but the last few days it seems almost as if my solitude has been violated; security breached. Like someone of something has been in here. To be honest, I know that's insane. I live alone, after all. I have no pets. And my social life is bordering on non-existent. Still, I can't shake the feeling. And what's worse, when I lay in bed at night, just before fading into unconsciousness, I get the undeniable feeling that someone is staring at me; watching me. Again, I know I'm being crazy.

Tonight is no different than the last few nights. I walk in and the air feels disturbed. I notice little things out of place, like that glass on the counter, or the disheveled blanket on my couch. But, like the last few days, I chalk it up to my early morning scatter brains. Pushed to the back of my mind, I waste no time stripping off the awful titty trap from my chest and tossing it to the couch. Make my way down the hallway to the bathroom and stare into the mirror. Man, do I need a vacation!

I's the same in here. Little things. The shower curtain slightly opened. The shampoo cap off. I make a mental note as I turn the faucet all the way to hot and plug the tub, filling the tiny porcelain room with scalding water and steam.

Across the hall is my room. Small; minimal; entirely me. The mirrored double closet door is cracked open ever so slightly. But again, mad morning rush and scatter-brained, right? It's been like this fora few days now, so I barely bat an eyelash to it before unbuttoning my jeans and kicking them to the corner and pulling off my top, exposing bare, perky breasts, and taught pink nipples. It's chilly in here, and they stand firmly at attention. Just a hint of my cheeks bared from the lacy boy shorts. Even in the dim lamp light, my pale skin glows. I mess my hands through my hair before sliding them down over my chest, gently squeezing my tits a time or two.

Opening the top drawer of my dresser, i rummage around for a pair of panties when I think I hear.... Whipping my head around to stare at the open slot in the closet door...Did something just move in there? I stare for an extra long minute, careful not to blink. But there is nothing. No movement; no sound. And I take a deep breath and shake it off. 'Paranoid much?' I think to myself closing the drawer and heading back to the bathroom.

I can feel the head radiating from the tub as I enter the room. I know my skin will be warn and bright red when I finally crawl into bed tonight. Pulling a towel from the standing rack and setting it next to the tub, I close off the faucet and slowly dip my foot into the water, before sliding me entire body in. Goosebumps run up my spine and spread over my entire body and I enjoy the sweet, sweet burn on my tender skin, Closing my eyes, inhaling deeply as I sink into the heat. I welcome this nightly routine, and God knows I need this relaxation and release.

For just a moment, I sit there. Still and silent. Hidden behind the shower curtain and porcelain walls. Inhaling deeply, I am one with the water, and I can feel the stress begin to melt away. I start to dance my fingers lightly across my skin. My fingertips barely grazing my torse, working my way up until my hands are cupped around my breasts. Brushing my thumbs over my nipples. Standing firm under my touch as I gently tug and squeeze them between my fingertips. A tingling sensation begins to build inside me. Intensifying with every pinch and pull against the tender skin. Radiating to my core.

"mmmm" I let out a soft whimper. It doesn't take long before the urge rushes over me, and I need to be touched. My pussy throbs, begging to be played with as I apply more pressure tugging and twisting at my nipples. Aching for it, and I'm ready to make myself cum.

I slowly slide my right hand over my chest and down my belly until I reach the soft bare skin just below my belly button. My legs involuntarily spread, and my body quivers under the touch. Still ruthlessly teasing my nipples, as I slide a finger between my lips finding the soft pink flesh of my clit; so delicate and sensitive. 'Ohhhhh' a breathy moan escapes from deep within me. Words cannot describe how badly I crave this sweet release.

I pull my right knee close to my chest, lifting my leg from the water and propping it on the side of the tub. Reaching further down to squeeze my cheek and inner thigh. Rubbing and massaging myself as I drag my fingers across both of my holes before returning my focus to my clit. Spreading my lips apart, I begin to run my fingers up and down my clit. Slowly, taking in every bit of the sensation as I apply light pressure. Counter clock wise; slow circular motions. Feeling the intensity build. Feeling my pussy throb with each stroke My soft moans getting louder. "Uhhh", "Ohhhh fuck" The more the pressure build, the faster I begin to rub, bringing myself so close to the edge before inching my way down and slipping a finger into my tight pussy. Feeling the velvety skin grip around me as I slide a second finger in. I know I'm close, and Fuck! do I need this! I work my fingers in and out, in a deep rhythm, feeling my pussy grip tighter and tighter with each motion. Fuck, this feels too good! And, I'm so fucking close to tipping over the edge.

My breathing is louder; faster; deep moans echo across the porcelain walls. I feel my body tensing as I finger fuck myself harder and faster until I can barely stand it. I reach my left hand down, and spread my lips as far as I can. Pulling my fingers from deep inside me, I grip firmly onto my clit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I cry out, my fingertips vigorously rubbing my clit; faster and faster.

"Oh, Fuck Yes! fuck! FUCK!" My whole body tensed

"Oh fuck, ohhh fuuck, ohhhh" electric shock waves coarse through my body

"FUUUUUCK!! I'M CUMMING!!!"

My head tips back against edge of the tub, arching my back, and my leg begins to slip back under the water, as I continue rubbing my clit, slowing my pace. Riding out the orgasm before coming back down to earth, and I am able to take a deep breath in. My pussy pulsating; throbbing; sensitive to my touch as I slowly move my fingers between my clit and pussy. Gently massaging. Even in the water, I can feel the thick sticky cream leaking out of me now.

Fuck, I needed that.