A Very Special Shower

She's been planning a night he won't forget for a very long time.....

She has such a wicked smile as she steps into her steaming hot shower. She's turned on the exhaust fan. She wants to watch her handy work in the large back lit mirror.

She takes her big, soft sponge and fills it with her favourite shower gel. It's vanilla scented, and so soft and foamy. She stands with her back to the water, letting it stream over her.

She starts with her legs. She lifts each one in turn to the rim of her big tub. She begins a slow, sensual caress starting at her toes, taking the foam in long strokes up her calf, circling her knee, along the top of her thigh. She pauses for a second then returns to her toes. Again the soapy sponge glides across her skin, along the back of her calf, touching that soft skin behind her knee, slowly along the back of her thigh, just grazing the bottom of her reddening cheek. All the while watching herself in the mirror.

Her arms now, each in turn. Fingertips to shoulder, the sponge leaves a trail of tiny bubbles. The heady scent of vanilla fills the room. She raises are arm a little more. She moans a little as she reaches just beyond her armpit, grazing the side of her breast. 

She turns and faces the wall, her back to the mirror. She looks over her shoulder, her ass is a delicious warm pink. She smiles. She circles one cheek, slow, deliberate circles. She takes the foamy sponge in her other hand and does the same slow sensuous massage, smiling. All the while watching herself in the mirror.

She takes her gaze away now, some things need attention to detail. She's promised him something special. She can't refuse him, she loves him. She let's her mind wander while she works. She thinks of the evening ahead, she has a birthday present for him. A present like no other.

She turns to face the mirror again, stepping a little away from the streaming jets of water. She's covered her body with the velvety bubbles already. She begins her slow seduction by bubbles. Her eyes half close, her breathing heavy. Each brush of the sponge across her breasts arouses her, torments her. Each soft caress of her belly sets her pulse racing. The sensual caress of venus, she can only bear one, makes her gasp. All the while, she's watching herself in the mirror.

She promised him she wouldn't enjoy an orgasm today. She would wait. She focussed her thoughts.

She looks directly into the mirror now. Her eyes bright with anticipation. She reaches up to the shower head, aiming the jet to her shoulders. She watches as the bubbles slowly wash away. She smiles at her handy work. He asked her to be silky smooth tonight, his birthday treat.

She glides her fingers over her silky mound, her soft lips, yes, she's done well.

She turns off the water. She steps out of the big tub, never taking her eyes from the mirror. She stands at arms length from it. Her fingers come to her lips. She gently blows a kiss. . .

With a wicked grin, she presses the stop button. He always wanted a video camera.