Good Clean Fun Part 1

   It had been a train-wreck of a day and I was in no mood to go anywhere but my friends insisted I meet them in some new club or other later on. But it's Saturday night they whined pathetically down the phone. So pathetic but such a good argument. I muttered something about not feeling up to it and agreed to go next time. I badly needed to wash the feeling of work that day off my skin. Reaching my front door after what seemed like hours on the train, I couldn't wait to fling my keys down on the hall table and throw my workboots under the stairs, overalls and underwear in a crumpled heap where they landed. I changed my mind from a quick, cleansing shower to a long, hot soak in the bath and padded upstairs in just socks. With the tap running and some of my favourite bubble bath poured in I thought- might as well enjoy myself before bed, I knew the next day at work wouldn't be any better. After fetching a glass of wine and some candles, I laid out clean clothes on the bed, the satin nightdress no less, some luxury after a heavy, sweaty day. I sipped my wine before heading for the bathroom.
   The thick, steamy air was filled with the scent of coconut and the light from the candles danced in the mirror as I slid into the smooth, foamy bubbles that filled my corner bath. I turned off the taps, switched on the radio and checked the time, quarter to 9. Leaning back into the hot, relaxing water, I took a deep breath then immersed myself. I hadn't really needed to wash it but I enjoyed the feeling of my wet hair clinging to my face and shoulders. I reached for a small bar of pink soap and began to slowly massage my skin with the delicate froth it produced. Taking a few more sips of the wine and carefully placing it back on the side of the bath with my free hand, I carried on rubbing the bar along my leg until it reached my thigh. Carefully, I dropped it back into the soap dish and reached back down, sliding one hand along my stomach and hips as I did, reaching for that sweet-spot I knew so well while caressing my breasts with the other. Gently, I moved my hand back and forth, back and forth in time to the music. I couldn't wait. Reaching into the bathroom cabinet, I fumbled in the darkness until I found what I had been searching for.
   I laid back and pushed the thick shaft of my vibrator against myself, set to low. Slowly rocking back and forth with the beat, I slid it up inside me and set the vibrations higher. With one hand still on my breasts and the other holding onto the base of the toy, I licked my lips. Catching sight of my shadow on the wall, I began to move faster, pushing the shaft in harder. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans but nothing could stop the waves of pleasure coursing through me. My heart raced and my back arched, water splashing up onto the candles, throwing me into darkness. I didn't care- I was too close to notice anything. The radio crackled and lost signal. Thighs aching and legs shaking with the intensity of it as I leaned back into the blissfully hot water to catch my breath, a haze of white noise drowning out my last gasps.