Change of plans. Suddenly I had the rest of the evening just to myself. What to do? Out of boredom I took my audiobook of Rebecca Gable with me to the bathroom and listened to "Hiobs Brüder" while I took a long, long bath. It was one of those bubble-bath were you easily could lose sight of each other, if you would enjoy it together. The air was smelling of lavender and the voice of a man was reading a book to me. I turned it down a notch and closed my eyes. I imagined that my back wasn't leaning against the warm porcelain of the tub, it was a chair in a green garden - the sun shining warm in my face. In the tub I had my hands lying parallel on my tights, the thumbs slightly spread apart, as if I was waiting for a manicure. Because of this hand position both my thumbs were lying on the shaved part of my vagina. Resting. The bubbles in the water were becoming less and less, slowly uncovering me. My neck, throat and shoulders were visible already, also the upper third of my breasts. I decided to not add water, the steam was keeping me warm on the outside, the water warm on the inside. To get my face wet I let my hands travel from my thighs over my breasts into my face, splashing gently a little water on it. When I was done my hands travelled back, slowly gliding over my chest, over my breasts and my nipples, which immediately became hard, over my stomach back to my thighs. The touching of my own body got me all whirled up inside and I continued. The using of my fingernails at the side of my body made me feel something between my legs - I was wet and not because of the water. For a little time I contuinued the movement, crossing my arms over my breasts, starting with the fingernails under my arms, slowly running them down, pressing a little harder so that I left slightly visible red marks on my skin. Running my nails over the side of my ass, just to stop there and go up again. Waiting for my crossed arms brushing over my nipples. My stomach, head, heard and libido joined teams and practicalyl were screaming at me to start rubbing myself. My right hand immediately went down to my lips, the smooth and soft skin gave me a wet welcome. Even with all the water around my body, I felt the juice on my index-finger. I started gliding my finger from the top of my vagina to the bottom and back up again. Very slowly. It was more light stroking than actual rubbing, nonetheless I felt the touches of my finger on myself every time. The amout of wetness coming from myself was surprising me. I started going faster and harder, I was on a good way after just a few seconds. My fingers didn't glide into me very much, neither did I do the circling thing that usually works so well for me. My index - and sometimes middle-finger just went up and down. My fingers were bend backwards as much as possible, because I just realised in this moment, that when the knuckles of my finger glide over my clit, it feels like a soft but fucking amazing pinch, pressing out a moan of my mouth every time it happened.
While all this was happening my left hand was on my breast, grabbing it hard. I actually felt the nails getting into my skin - I didn't care. When I slowly felt the climax coming, I took my left hand and moved it behind my back, under my ass. My index-finger was gliding easily into my pussy. I stopped and let it rest when it was half way in, while my right was still continuing to move up and down. The heat I was starting to feel in my cheeks, the contractions in my thighs and the shock of the muscles in my stomach were telling me that something big was coming my way. I knew that I would squirt, not simply come. My teeth were pressed hard together. My right hand was moving relentlessly and although I felt a pinch in it, I upped the pace. With all that was going on in my body I couldn't concentrate on my left hand and it just barly moved inside me. Sometimes I felt it gliding in a little, sometimes out - never really controlled by myself. My tights were contracting hard, as was my vagina. I felt how it was pressing on my finger, pressing juice out of it. There wasn't much I did, but when I slowly pulled out my left index-finger... I hit the point of no return. My mind went blank, the rubbing continued, the trembling intensified and then suddenly stopped. The teeth were letting go of each other and I released a loud and long stretched moan while I felt something gushing against my right hand. My knees clapped so hard together I heard both bones make a dull sound. My head was in the air, facing the ceiling but my body still lying down. A second liberating moan left my lips while my lower body was trembling.

It took a little to come back to peace and quite. My left hand rested on the mound of my vagina. Feeling the vibes becoming less and less.
Slowly I opened my eyes again, I haven't noticed that the water was becoming kind of chill. The CD played the last track, I didn't even remember the first two minutes. My left knee was actually kind of hurting. To muffle the sound of the street I took a deep breath and went down, into the water.