Lazy Afternoon

Note: This is unrelated to my story arc with Vicky, although her name does briefly come up.

There it was. My temporary vacation, in the form of a cylindrical knob with ridges around it for ease of grip. It hung against a wall of white tiles, and it was decorated only with a large black "H" at the end. I cranked that knob counter-clockwise as water came rushing faithfully into my bathtub, slowly filling it up. My body was sore in plenty of different places - I'd spent much of the previous few days playing a lot (I mean a lot) of tennis with some friends.

I consider myself pretty competitive, but put me on the same court as my equally competitive friends and you've got a formula for disaster. Now don't get me wrong, we're not terrific tennis players, but among the four of us, someone has to be the worst one, and each girl was convinced it wasn't her. So began the endless string of do-overs (which, of course, don't actually exist in REAL tennis) and rematches. Fortunately for me, I was not the worst tennis player. Unfortunately though, I had to really work to prove it!

My name is Remi. I am 22 years old, and am of Japanese and chinese heritage. My family members sometimes call me the "stereotype-breaker" because I'm taller than most asian girls ever get, standing at 5'7". My black, layered hair reaches the middle of my back, and I have brown eyes. I exercise relatively often to stay in shape, so my body is not bulky, but toned and generally pretty firm. I have 34B breasts, which I'm very proud of. They're not big, by any means, but they're petite and kind of cute. I keep my pubic hair neat, not entirely shaved, but trimmed.

I examined my naked body in the mirror, pulling a scrunchie out of my hair to undo my ponytail and let all my hair rest at its natural state. Content, I leaned over and dipped my hand in the tub to test the water, and turned off the faucet. Excited now about this bath, I dipped my foot into the water and submerged it, letting the hot water wrap around my ankle and up to my shins. My other leg followed as I crouched down and slid into a laying position in the tub, with my knees bent. A sigh of comfort and relief escaped my lips as I leaned back and the back of my head thudded lightly against the tub.

I lightly splashed the water over my body, relaxing and closing my eyes. The rippling of the water was all I could hear, and it soothed me. The water felt amazing around my body, embracing my thighs and caressing my breasts. Inevitably, as the water sloshed back and forth against my nipples, I began to grow a little aroused. Truth be told, I honestly didn't intend to masturbate in the bathtub that day, but the more I thought about it, the better it sounded. My roommate Vicky was out attending her summer class and the two girls we share our apartment with, Elizabeth and Melissa, were at work.

Eyes still closed, my right hand crept against my skin down to my pelvis. I tried to spread my legs farther, but our bathtub is too small, so I had to lift my left leg out and rest it against the side of the tub. The tip of my middle finger applied a very gentle pressure to my clit, and I let out a little moan. Since I was just starting to get turned on, my clit was still small, though as the blood rushed there I could feel it starting to grow firmer. I embraced the warm tingling feeling I got as it was coupled with the warmth of the water around my body.

I teased myself for a while, simply applying pressure to my now swollen clit and then releasing, until the temptation grew too hard to resist. Using three fingers, I pressed against my clitoris and began to slowly, softly rub in a circular motion. My back arched a little as my lips parted and I let out a content breath from the sensation. The water felt heavenly against my body, soothing me as I pleasured myself.

With my eyes closed, images began playing in my mind as I caressed my wet cunt. I imagined hands all over me, groping and massaging my body, everywhere, all at once. An audible moan echoed against the walls of the bathroom as I squirmed in delight. My free hand reached up to squeeze my left breast, and my index finger rubbed my nipple. I knew it was all just a fantasy, but even then I couldn't help keep myself from speaking out loud.

"Oh, yeah..." I whispered, encouraging those hands to keep going.

My right hand stopped rubbing my clit and I pulled it up out of the water, placing my middle finger into my mouth and sucking on it to coat it with saliva, even though it would probably just get washed off once I put my hand back underwater. My hand went back down to my pussy and slid my middle finger as deep as I could into my warm, slick hole. I took in a sharp breath and released it slowly, gradually pulling my finger out until it had almost entirely left my begging twat. Just before I pulled it all the way out, I sunk it back in, beginning to pump it in and out.

My other hand reluctantly pulled away from my breasts to focus on my clit while I fingered myself. Once again, I rubbed in a circular motion, keeping a slow, steady pace. I was enjoying myself way too much to rush myself to orgasm. Unfortunately I was closer to coming than I expected. Before long my body started tensing up and my moans grew louder, but I didn't change the speed of my hands. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge, and it drove me wild.

Then it finally arrived. My body squirmed in the water as it splashed around, and the walls of my pussy tightened and released against my finger. Now I sped up my pace, finger-fucking myself and rubbing my clit faster to hold onto my orgasm. I arched my back as far as it would go, and let out another long string of moans. My hands were getting tired, but they didn't stop.

After the orgasm started to subside, I spread open my pussy lips with two fingers on my left hand, exposing my throbbing clit from behind the flap of skin that usually covers it. My right hand rubbed my clit directly, and the sensation sent a new orgasm shattering through my body as I screamed in ecstasy. My muscles tensed and relaxed uncontrollably as I lost myself beneath the water and the pleasure.

Eventually the orgasm faded away as I relaxed back against the bathtub, pulling my hands up to my face and sucking off my middle finger. My hands caressed my body as I lay there, panting for breath.

In the quiet of that bathroom, as the water settled back down again, I thought to myself one thing:

I really ought to do this more often.