Slippery When Wet
The warm water fills the tub around me, steam rising in lazy curls that make my skin glow. I sink deeper, letting the heat wrap around my naked body like a lover’s hands. My full, heavy tits float just beneath the surface, nipples already stiff and aching from the contrast of cool air and hot water. Bubbles cling to my skin as I reach for the bottle of shower gel—thick, pearlescent, and ridiculously slippery.
I squeeze a generous amount into my palm, the cool gel making me shiver. Slowly, I start rubbing it over my body. My hands glide over my collarbones, down the valley between my breasts, circling each sensitive nipple until they’re glistening and rock-hard. Lower still, across my soft stomach, over the curve of my hips, and down my smooth thighs. The gel leaves every inch of me slick and shining.
But I’m not here to just get clean.
My fingers finally find my pussy. I part my legs wide, one foot propped on the edge of the tub, knees falling open shamelessly. The hot water laps against my exposed cunt as I smear the thick, slippery shower gel directly onto my clit. Fuck, the sensation is instant—silky, cool, and devastatingly smooth. I press two fingers against that swollen little nub and start rubbing in slow, lazy circles.
“Mmm…” The moan slips out before I can stop it. The gel makes everything so fucking slippery that my fingers glide effortlessly, almost too easily. I have to slow down to keep control. I want to edge myself tonight. I want to suffer beautifully.
I rub tighter circles, focusing all the pressure on my clit while my other hand squeezes and tugs at my nipple. The gel mixes with my own creamy arousal, creating an obscene, slick mess between my thighs. Every stroke sends sparks racing up my spine. My hips start rolling on their own, pushing my pussy against my hand, chasing more friction.
I’m getting close already. My clit is throbbing, swollen and sensitive under the relentless slippery glide. I can feel that delicious tension building deep in my core, my pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. My breathing turns ragged, little gasps echoing off the tiled walls.
Right when I’m teetering on the edge, I force myself to stop.
I pull my fingers away, whimpering at the loss. My clit pulses angrily, denied. I let the warm water soothe me for a moment, then scoop more gel and dive back in. This time I rub faster, harder, using the pad of my middle finger to flick directly over the tip of my clit in quick, relentless strokes. The slippery sounds are filthy—wet, squelching, loud in the quiet bathroom.
My toes curl. My back arches, pushing my tits out of the water. I’m right there again, so fucking close I can taste it. My pussy is dripping, mixing with the gel and bathwater. I can feel my orgasm hovering, muscles tightening, thighs trembling…
I stop again. Whining pathetically, I grip the sides of the tub and breathe through it, letting the edge fade just enough. My clit is so sensitive now that even the gentle lap of water feels like torture.
Three more times I bring myself right to the brink. Each round I get sloppier, more desperate. My fingers fly over my engorged clit, the thick gel making every movement glide perfectly. I’m moaning loudly now, hips bucking wildly, water sloshing over the sides of the tub. My free hand plunges two fingers deep into my aching cunt, fucking myself while I torture my clit.
On the final edge, I don’t stop.
I rub furiously, legs shaking uncontrollably, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure crashes over me. A loud, broken cry tears from my throat as I cum hard—my pussy spasming around my fingers, clit pulsing violently under the slippery assault. Wave after wave rips through me, leaving me trembling and gasping, the bathwater now a messy mix of gel, cum, and sweat.
I sink back with a satisfied, lazy smile, still gently stroking my oversensitive clit as aftershocks ripple through me.
So slippery… and so fucking worth it.
Rory đź’¦