The Shower
#1 of Alone Time
It's funny how you can start to do something completely innocent, only to have it turn into something far more devious by accident. Take showers, for instance. An act to wash the body of dirt, grime, and foul smells. But with one little tweak, it can become quite the erotic experience. Perhaps it is so powerful because it is a personal affair , made better by the fact that it is not always done on purpose.
Such here is the case with Faruzah this evening. Fouled over by a day of playing, working, and cooking, her fur is matted with layers of filth. Nothing cures this better than a hot shower. As most others, she has a small, unconscious ritual she undertakes before actually taking the shower.
Faruzah walks into her bathroom, and first locks the door. That is a habit she has had for years. Next she lights four, precisely placed in the window, candles. These cylindrical towers of wax give off a perfumed aroma that only Faruzah enjoys. All others get a massive headache. She undresses her outer clothes first, standing in her bra and panties to fold her pants, then shirt, in that order, and place them in the hamper. Next come the under garments, casually tossed onto the folded ones. Last is her collar, earrings, and any other jewelry she happens to be wearing. These are put in a container that is in the bathroom for the purpose of holding jewelry, and nothing else. Finally, the water can be turned on and the lights turned out. Again, an age old habit, this showering in the dark. She does not realize the heated water and darkness are much like being in the womb.
Faruzah steps into the pumping hot water and closes her eyes. She can never get over just how relaxing a shower can be. She stands there for a minute, ears slicked back against her head, tail wagging just slightly. She does not move until her fur is completely soaked. Then she reaches for the odd mix of soap, shampoo, and conditioner three in one she came up with years back. It is messy and strong smelling, but it gets the job done. Faruzah slathers the mix into her fur, rubbing it deep, massaging it in. Her tail wags a bit more, this feels just too damn good.
Her paws move deliberately over her fur, rubbing and kneading. Over her neck, each shoulder, across her breast, down her chest and stomach. Down to her hips next, up her back, then back down around to her crotch. And that is where our story takes a new and exciting direction. The intention to clean ends, as a small twinge deep inside Faruzah makes her mind wander just a bit.
Her paw stops, wrapped around herself. Her heart pounding, she slides one finger up between her lips, past her opening, brushing her clit. Faruzah shivers at all the sensations. Her nipples tighten, the water running down her body in noticeably sensual waves. She turns face first to the water, relishing how it makes her sensitive tits feel. Even though there is still a load of soap bubbling in her fur, Faruzah suddenly could care less about rinsing off. She has awoken a desire in herself, and it must be fulfilled.
Using her free paw, Faruzah tweezes first one nipple between her knuckles, and then the other. She hadn't noticed the soap on her before, but as she plays with herself, the silken gliding that the soap allows across her chest is just intoxicating. Her tail wags harder and Faruzah starts to pant in the water. She reaches out long enough to add more heat to the water, and then quickly returns attention to her nipples. Steam soon forms in the small room, and for her, it is like being in a cloud of sexual tension.
Still rubbing and pinching, she flicks the finger of her other paw back across her clit, shivering with pleasure. An idea dawns to her then. If the soap felt this good on her chest, what would it feel like in other places? She slides her paw out of her pussy, runs it across her stomach, and then slowly slides it back into place. Oh what a glorious thing this is! Bracing her back against the magically cool wall of her shower, Faruzah spreads her legs slightly, and begins to rub her clit.
The feeling that spreads out between her legs is electric. The paw that has been playing with her nipples is forgotten, and simply grasps at her breast. All attention is now focused on her clit, which is all but humming with pleasure. Her paw becomes a blur, and soon her hips rock in motion with it. Fire and pressure builds, she can feel that her orgasm is close.
Faruzah tilts her head back, and nearly drowns. Even though the water makes this all the more pleasurable, she has somehow forgotten about it. Faruzah lowers her head back to her chest, ears back, fangs bared, a growl building. Building with her pleasure. And then, just as she thinks she can take no more, one more brush against her clit sends her spilling past the edge. Howling and clutching at the slick wall, the orgasm washes over Faruzah and sends her to the bottom of the tub. Spread on her back with her legs open, the water washing over her clit, sending more miniature orgasms to follow her first one.
Finally she draws herself up to a sitting position, the water pouring over her head and ears. She takes a moment to calm her beating heart, to feel the heat fade from between her legs. A small giggle escapes her lips. She has been in here over 30 minutes and she still has soap in her fur. Sometimes the best showers are the longest showers