I crept carefully back up the stairs, my face flushed, feeling very confused about what I had just seen. I wasn't a very worldly young woman. I possessed only vague ideas about went on between a man and a woman other than intercourse. The scene I just witnessed in our living room disturbed me as well as … what?
I didn't understand the feelings running through me.
I tiptoed into my bath at the head of the stairs, carefully latching the door behind me, and sat on the toilet to collect my thoughts. After a minute, I shivered and then felt flushed again.
I decided to run a bath, to have a plausible reason for being up so late. My parents knew I enjoyed soaking in the tub late at night when I couldn't sleep, a habit I still have today.
I started my bath, and while the hot water ran in the old claw-footed tub, I closed my eyes and again the images of what I had seen burned in my mind. He had been seated in his wingback chair in front of our fireplace, the glow of the embers shining off her skin as she knelt naked before him.
I stopped the water, slipped off my nightshirt, and lowered myself into the steaming water. I relaxed and let the heat loosen my tense muscles.
As the room filled with steam, I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy myself. I ran my hands over my body, forcing waves of heated water over my body. As my hands passed over my small breasts, I gasped. When my palms brushed my nipples, they had reacted as though I were standing in front of an open freezer, suddenly tightening and becoming hard.
I shivered as this new sensation passed through my entire body, a wave of energy and heat that was different, but somehow the same as the feeling of the hot water on my skin. I cupped my breasts, and again the feeling jolted me, but this time it seemed to flow down my body to the juncture between my legs.
It seemed to swirl there, and then flow back up the length of my body. Wonderful!! I began to experiment, trying to see what else I could do to produce this new marvelous sensation! I quickly discovered that rubbing my thumbs over my nipples when they were stretched tight intensified the excitement. Other parts of my body, my neck, my lips, my thighs, behind my knees, and my bottom, produced similar feelings when caressed, only not quite as intense.
I hesitated to breech the last barrier – to touch myself "down there." Instead, I concentrated on my breasts and nipples, experimenting more and more. I discovered that pinching or pulling at them produced a new level of pleasure. Soon I found myself almost writhing in the bathwater, my hands caressing and pulling at my breasts. My breath was coming in short, quick pants, I could feel something building inside, like a balloon filled to almost bursting. But the explosion escaped me, and part of me wasn't even sure I wanted it, a little frightened of what it might mean.
I wasn't sure what would happen to me if that balloon were to burst inside me. Then, unbidden, the image of my parents in front of the fireplace leaped into my mind. Again, I could see her, kneeling naked in front of him, her hand stroking his penis, her mouth sucking at him, I imagined I heard her moans mixed with his.
With a will of its own, my right hand left my breast, trailed over my tummy, slipped into the folds between my legs, and found the center of my universe!!!
My clitoris was standing in the damp folds there, protruding slightly. Funny that I had never noticed it stiff like that before, and when I touched it, I whimpered at the intensity of the force that shocked my body.
Then suddenly, it seemed to disappear, and I felt as though my body were rising up through the air, as though I were floating, and then OHHHYESSS… I crashed downward, and my body was wrenched with waves of pleasure coursing through me. The spasm exploded from where my right hand was rubbing, embracing my very being.
After a while, how long I am unsure, there was a soft tapping at the bathroom door.
