The shower has a glass door. I set up a web cam on a tripod on top of the sink, directly across from the shower. Things will steam up after a few minutes, but several of my NBN friends have requested this show, and I love to please them. I love to hear about how they stroke themselves to powerful orgasms while they look at me, shooting their cum high and far, then eating it all up or pushing it all up into their little asspussies.
I activate the camera and pretend it is not there, preparing for my shower as normal. I pull the straps of my satin nightie off of my shoulders, slide it over my breasts, and let it drop to the floor. I hook my thumbs under either side of my pink and silver Angelina Jolie thong, and slowly slide it down my thighs, turning my round, girly bottom slightly towards the camera, as if unintentionally. The narrowest part of the thong sticks very slightly in my pussy as I pull it down. I slow down slightly, to draw attention to the exact moment when the thong finally snaps away from my clinging cunt.
I turn on the water and stand there for a few seconds, my left hand on my hip and my bottom facing the camera. I turn my head slightly towards the left, to reveal to the camera behind me that I’m sucking on my left middle finger, hard, my cheeks making little hollows as I slide it out. When it’s slobbery and slippery, I bend forward slightly and gently probe it up into my pussy. As it slides easily in, I gently fuck it back and forth a few times. Then I slide it out and grab the soap and step into the shower, resisting the impulse to smile and wink, or waggle my middle finger, at the camera.
Knowing that my body is quite visible through the closed glass shower door, and knowing that you’re avidly watching me, has me almost quivering with erotic passion. I look down and see a substantial dollop of precum about to drip off my little clitty. I turn away from the water, and slowly stroking up with my left hand, just once, I squeeze the precum onto the fingers of my right hand, and quickly, almost greedily, slurp it into my mouth.
I take the soap and begin soaping myself all over. I rub it back and forth, over and over my massive 38DD breasts. Then I put the soap down and turn more towards the shower door, rubbing the foamy soap over my breasts, then squeezing them together. I squeeze and pinch my nipples, then run my hands all the way underneath my breasts and push them up, lewdly exhibiting them to the camera. I look down to notice that I am now fully erect, my clitty standing proudly with a fresh head of precum, and some soap suds sliding down the shaft.
I squat down and take the soap and rub it, firmly, back and forth against my pussy. I am freshly shaved, and the suds feel wonderful as I slide my fingers back and forth, over and over again, across my perfectly smooth cunt, without putting any fingers inside. Then I stand up, take down the hand shower, bend forward with my bottom pointing towards the camera, and rinse my pussy thoroughly.
Hanging up the hand shower, I realize that my jaw is gaping open and I’m actually drooling on myself, my saliva running down over the soft, wet curves of my breasts. All I can think is, “They’re all watching me. They’re all looking at me. They’re looking at me, watching me, and spitting on their lovely cocks and stroking themselves while they watch me rub the soap all over my body.” My knees almost collapse as a wave of pure, electric cocklust washes over me. I whimper slightly in my fever of feminine arousal, “mmmnnnuhhhhhuh”.
I turn off the water and slide open the door. The bathroom has begun to steam up. As I begin to towel off, I look directly into the camera and try to affect the voice of Traci Lords, one of my favorite 90’s porn stars, making a little pout and cocking my hips and thrusting my boobs into the towel, while saying, “You like that - huh? You like that - huh?”
I turn on the exhaust fan, and turn off the camera. I leave my pink lace Victoria’s Secret bra and panties on the counter, and, leaving the bathroom, prance hurriedly over to my computer wearing only a white bathrobe.
Member: babette You have 7 new messages
I realize that I’m actually panting. I don’t know whether to go to chat, open the PM’s, or what. I force myself to get up and slink into the kitchen for a glass of wine, my breasts being gently rubbed by the terry cloth bathrobe as they bounce inside it. I think of putting on only a satin dog collar, nipple clamps and some black eye liner, and moving the camera, but I’m too excited to take the time.
I sit down at the computer, open my bathrobe, and excitedly pull my breasts up to my mouth and suck them, swirling my tongue around the nipples and biting them gently. This makes me whimper again.
I take a sip of wine, and then another nice taste of precum. I check to make sure that my phone is on. I feel so wanton and slutty, so utterly female in the certainty that I’m about to make my friends cum. Trembling, I click on the first PM. The subject line by itself would make me blush, if I weren’t such a slut. But I am such a slut.
