The hot spray pelted her body and breasts, tiny pinpricks penetrating her skin. A favorite song came on the radio—Allyn began to sway rhythmically, hips and breasts undulating to the beat of the music. Soapy fingers caressed sensitive flesh, each touch innervating her. Unconsciously, she brushed her palm over the fine hairs at the base of her belly, her fingers seeking pleasure points too long neglected. She gasped as her thumb and forefinger found her clitoris. Gently, she squeezed the tip, moaning as she felt the wetness instantly coat her hand. With her other hand braced against the wall, she stroked herself, stopping just short of delivering the release her body craved. Instead, she reached up and unhooked the shower massage from its cradle, lowering the head and adjusting the spray to concentrate on her throbbing center. Fingers and shower spray combined in a glorious symphony, her climax the crescendo, aftershocks the denouement. For several moments she stood, legs shaking, heart pounding, head bent forward, the showerhead held loosely in her hand.
