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Gina in the Shower

Hi, I’m Gina, I don’t get much alone time. It is very hard to have privacy here. There is one place I know I won’t be bothered though, and that is the bathroom. I have a big tub with a removable shower head. I want to share my experience I had one day while taking my shower yesterday.

Today was a one in a million day when my house was quiet, everyone had gone to bed early and I was the last awake. I couldn’t sleep at all so I thought a nice hot shower would help me relax. Boy, was I right about that.

I start in my room. I take off my nightwear, which are red Victoria Secret panties and a white half top, and slip on my robe and slippers. I pin my hair back with a clip and go into the bathroom.

I turn on the water and let it get warmed up before I step in. As I wait, I take off my makeup and look at myself in the mirror. I see a girl with blonde curly hair held back by a clip, pale skin, dazzling green eyes and a pretty smile.

I untie my robe and slide it down my shoulders a bit. I see my perky tits with light small pink nipples. Out of habit I reach my left hand up and rub my left breast, just a little, and I do the same to my right one. Then I take my nipples, one in each hand, and give them a little pinch and tug. It sends a jolt to my clit.

I drop my robe so I am now standing completely naked looking in the mirror. I see my curvy hips and my long white legs. I also see my smoothly shaven juicy vagina lips with just a little wetness on them.

The water has warmed up now and I can’t see my reflection anymore in the mirror so I decide it is time to get in the shower. As soon as I step in, the water hits my body. I stand there letting it run down and cover every inch of my body. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in.

I love feeling the water hit my tits and nipples. I reach up and pinch them as the water falls on them. My nipples start to grow harder, and when they do they become more sensitive, so when the water hits them it drives me wild.

I can feel my vagina growing wetter, and not just from the water, but from my own juices. And then a thought comes to mind, ‘the shower head comes off the wall’. I blush a little at the thought of what I want to try.

I reach up and take down the shower head, the water still coming out at full force. I lay down in the tub with my legs spread as wide as I can and I just hold the shower head on my flat abs for a moment.

I start to play with my nipples again, rubbing and tugging and twisting. God, they are so sensitive and get hard like pebbles when I play with them. I love the feeling. I love how I feel it in my clit, like they are connected.

I reach down and play with my clit now, I almost orgasm right then, but I take my hand away and hold back. I know what is coming now and I can’t hold back anymore. I take the shower head and run the water across my inner thighs, so close to my tight vagina and clit.

I take my free hand and spread open my vagina lips and shoot the water directly on it. The water is so powerful and the feeling is so new I moan out loud and have my first orgasm of the night.

I force myself to hold my legs open as the water continues to rush out and hit my clit and my vagina. I am afraid I will get too loud and wake up someone so I grab a washcloth and bite down to muffle my sound.

I can feel another orgasm building fast and pretty soon I am cumming hard. I am holding the shower head close to my vagina, my left hand has moved up and is pinching and rolling my nipples. I am moaning loudly into the washcloth.

As my orgasm slows, I take the shower head away and just let the water run over my chest and abs. I am breathing hard.

After laying there for a few minutes to recover, I stand up, put the shower head back, and finish my shower.

I wash my hair and then I slowly lather up my body with soap, and wash every inch. Paying special attention to my still hard nipples and my sensitive clit and vagina lips.

I turn off the water and dry off. I slip on my robe and slippers and head back to my room. On the way I grab my new electric toothbrush I had sitting in my bathroom drawer. I think it’s time to break it in.

I get back to my room, take off my robe, and lay on top of the covers. Putting back on my PJs now would just get in the way.

I tear open my toothbrush, turn it on, and rub it on my still hard nipples. I lightly brush them with the bristles and it makes my vagina jump. I don’t want to waste anymore time so I take the brush and let it run directly on my clit. I am having another orgasm in seconds.

I decide I need just one more good cum before I go to sleep, so I grab a pillow and fold it up. I then take the toothbrush that is still on and hold it between my vagina lips so I can still feel it on my clit.

I climb on top of the pillow and stick the toothbrush in my vagina like it’s your dick and I ride it. I use one hand to hold myself up and the other to twist my nipples as I cum one more time. I feel it building and building. I hold back until I can’t anymore.

I’m holding back a scream as I start cumming. I fall to the side and squeeze my legs around my pillow as I keep cumming.

Deep heavy breaths and the buzzing of the brush is all that can be heard in the quiet house.

I turn off the toothbrush, climb under the covers, and fall asleep quickly. The toothbrush still inside me, ready to go again in the morning..

How she gets turned on story from Tina

When I get horny, I sometimes like to go to the community pool at my apartment and expose myself. I chicken out if other people are very close, but is they are far…. I usually pull my inner labia out each side of my bikini and walk to the pool with my lips hanging out.

My lips are long, so they can hang out about an inch on each side. If anyone gets too close to me, I hide it somehow, or turn to the side, but its really hot anyways. I always lay out there to tan, and I like to have just one side of my pussy somewhat exposed, so it looks unintentional, and I lay there with my sunglasses on and pretend to be asleep while I watch people on the other side of the pool.

One time recently I was really hot and got up the courage to NOT hide it when a guy came walking over by me. I just laid there, I could feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of him seeing my left lip out in the sun, I swear it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest the closer he got. But I just laid there, pretending to sleep, and I watched as he walked about two feet away from my toes! I swore I was going to orgasm, it was so hot. the next two minutes I could feel my pussy getting drenched as I laid there “sleeping.” A few minutes later, he walked by again, and then again, and every time it was AWESOME, but eventually I pretended to wake up and stood up to leave.

I noticed where he sat down, and I gathered my things to leave. I then turned so that he had my front view and I pretended to not notice him as I reached down and adjusted my bikini bottom. This was super hot too!! Unfortunately, as I adjusted my bikini, I accidentally pulled it a little too far, and my inner labia popped out on the other side. I panicked about this for a split second, and then realized how hot it was, so I left it alone, pretending not to notice.

I then walked directly by him, watching out of the corner of my sunglasses as he stared at my lip. Again, I could feel my pussy getting wet like it was a water hose. I was carrying my things in my right hand, so no one else could see my lip as I walked out, and I almost dropped my keys, which gave me an idea: I then dropped my tanning lotion “on accident” after I passed by him, and then I squatted down to pick it up, giving him the perfect rear view of my right pussy lip hanging out of my bikini as I picked it up. I held my squat just a little too long, but then I got up and walked away, never looking back. My entire pussy was aching for stimulation all the way home. I took care of that promptly!

Heather in the window

I don’t considered myself a hardcore handyman, although I do prefer to do my own home maintenance, etc. but to make things easier I bought a house on ground level. There is a small patch of trees behind the houses on my street, allowing privacy behind us. Recently I had finished painting the outside of the house. I went inside, took a shower and was deciding where to go for dinner when I realized that I had left the ladder in the backyard. I went outside around the back of the house and was about to move the ladder when I noticed the light on in an upstairs window of the house next to me. Standing in front of a mirror with her back to me was Heather, my next door neighbor. I could only see her from the waist up but she appeared to be naked.

Her hands lifted her long brown hair into a bun on top of her head and as she fastened it, I fastened my eyes to the sight of her naked chest, full and firm. I held on to the ladder, mesmerized for a few minutes. Heather is a French professor at the local college. She is also a widow; her husband was killed in a car accident a few weeks ago. Suddenly she turned around and evidently saw me staring at her. The light went out in her bathroom and I put the ladder away in the storage shed behind my house. When I moved away from the shed I saw her standing in her lit bedroom, facing the window, seemingly waiting for me. Embarrassed at having been caught peeping, as it were, I nevertheless looked at her. She was completely naked, revealing a body I had often wondered about.

She seemed to not care that I could see her. Her face lacked any emotion, but she began massaging her tits with her hands. I watched almost obediently, not believing that this woman was exposing herself to me on purpose. She taught Sunday school at our church, and she was taunting me with her body!  Then she moved one hand between her legs and spread her legs slightly. Her hand covered her dark patch as she used the other hand to motion to me. She used a motion to hint for me to unzip my jeans, and she used her fist in a classic stroking motion to invite me to masturbate. I hesitated but my cock was already hard.

As soon as I unzipped my jeans and took out my erection, Heather began fingering herself. I stared at her while my hand performed its task. She shoved her fingers inside her and sucked on them over and over and my hand moved faster. Finally, she clutched one breast with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. Her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip and I presumed she was having an orgasm.

Then she began a ritual of slipping her fingers inside her, sucking on them and inserting them again. She nodded at me, obviously urging me to come. When I did, sending splerts onto the grass below me, she smiled, clapped her hands briefly and moved away from the window. The light went out and I retreated to my house to wipe and tuck.

The next night after work I went out to the shed to get an flashlight. When I approached the shed, I looked over and saw the bedroom light on again in Heather’s house. As I locked the shed and started toward the house, I looked up there and she was standing there again, naked and facing the window. I stopped in my tracks, puzzled at what to do.

I knew that conversations with her in the future would be awkward. I had considered that, after a respectable period of time, I might ask her out. But given the fact that we had watched each other masturbate, I couldn’t imagine how to start a conversation with her.

She was holding a rather large silver colored vibrator and she slipped her mouth suggestively over the tip of it. Once again, she gave me the sign to unzip and masturbate. I felt stupid, standing in the middle of my backyard in still very daylight hours, getting ready to jerk my cock while drooling over my widowed neighbor.

But I obliged her. Dropping the flashlight, I unzipped and prepared to join her in her folly. She moved slightly to the side, pulled a chair right in front of the window and sat down. She hooked her legs over the arms of the chair and moved her ass to the edge of the chair. Soon she was pumping the vibrator in and out, slowly at first, then increasing the pace and the depth.

Occasionally I diverted my eyes from her pussy to her face. She was licking her lips with her tongue and her eyes were fixed on me. I was so turned on I wanted to go to her front door, barge in, run upstairs and replace that vibrator with my cock. But this was the game she wanted to play.

Finally, she began rubbing her clit as she fucked herself with the vibe and tilted her head back. I assumed she was coming and I deposited another load onto the ground below me, hoping it wouldn’t kill the grass. When she finished, she sucked the end of the vibe as she faced me, pushed the chair back, stood up, smiled and moved out of sight. The light went off in her window and I wobbled feebly back into the house.

Once inside, I realized I had left the flashlight on the ground, probably right where I dumped my load, but I didn’t care at that point.

The next day, which was Saturday, I was taking a bag of trash to the curb outside when Heather came out of her house. She waved and smiled at me and came towards the trash can where I stood. THIS was going to be interesting!

Someone else came out of her house behind her, pulling a suitcase on wheels.

“Jake; I have someone I’d like you meet,” Heather said warmly. Suddenly another Heather appeared, smiling knowingly at me.

“Amy, this is Jake; Jake, this is Amy, my sister,” explained Heather. “She stopped by to see me for a couple days on her way home to New Jersey.”

Amy extended her hand and I shook it. She held on and placed the other hand on it as she shook it. “You have such a firm grip, Jake; do you work out?” she asked.

“Ah, no, not really,” I answered, knowing she was enjoying my embarrassment.

“Well, you have nice hands; I’m sure you can do wonderful things with them,” she said. I was trying to think of something clever to say about her fingers or her vibrator, but she was too quick.

She turned and hugged Heather and put her suitcase in her car. She turned and smiled at me as she got in her car. “It was nice meeting you, Jake; I hope to SEE you again sometime,” she said with a wink.

“She seems nice, and you two look like twins,” I said after Amy had driven away.

“Yes, we ARE twins” said Heather. Then she backed away slowly and said, “Amy told me how you watched her the other night.”

I almost freaked out, struggling at how to reply when she continued, “But I hope you liked my performance last night better…” and she giggled and went back into her home.