What a week.
The exhaustion coursed through her as if a tangible force. Zapping strength from her muscles. Her arms ached. Her feet groaned. Even her hair hurt.
Starting classes in a new town would be tiring for anyone. Navigating a new campus. Figuring out teachers, and classes. Catching up on work she’d missed having started late. All of it would have been overwhelming for anyone.
Add into the mix, the new job as a waitress at a busy restaurant. Late and busy nights learning the ropes. She must be crazy. But she needed the job to pay for school. Along with the apartment she acquired. It was cheap. Amazingly so. Even if it did look like an abandoned old house. The apartment upstairs was spacious. A roof over her head. A bed to sleep in. It was what she could afford. And it was a damn sight better than living out of her car.
Rebecca climbed the creaking wood stairs dreaming of curling up in that very bed. She’d done her best to make the old place seem cozy. An over sized comforter kept her warm in the rather large bedroom with floor to ceiling windows. She’d hung some fairy lights. Lined the shelves with books. Tried to breath life back into a place that seemed all but forgotten.
As she turned the key in the lock, Rebecca juggled her book back and the bag in her arms. A few groceries, a bottle of wine given to her from her boss at the restaurant. ‘Consider it a housewarming gift’. She’d gratefully accepted. Infact, now that she thought on it, a glass of wine would be the perfect way to unwind. Locking the door behind her, she dropped her bag in the hall and walked toward the kitchen. Stopping to regard the clawfoot tub in the bathroom.
Now that, was an even better idea. A good long soak. Some wine. And to bed. Rebecca was almost giddy with the thought.
The clawfoot tub was enormous. Two people could fit in it, easily. Perhaps three. It was wide and deep. It was the first thing she’d carefully cleaned, promising herself she’d enjoy long luxurious baths as often as possible. But necessity had so far proven less than luxurious. With only a hand held shower head, and no proper stand up apparatus. ‘Showers’ had been taken quick and unpleasantly.
Tonight she’d appreciate this tub as it was meant to be. She turned on the taps full. Letting the hot water fill the tub as she went about getting ready for her evening.
Wine poured, wrapped in a large fluffy towel, Rebecca swept her dark tumbling curls up into a messy knot to keep her hair from getting wet. A book rested next to her wine glass. Her full intentions on spending a good amount of time in this tub. She’d managed to find a few candles and a match book. Choosing to bathe in flickering candle light, instead of the raw bulb over head. She smiled to herself as she looked around. This was more luxurious than any date she’d ever been on.
“When you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” She smirked touching a toe to the almost too hot water. Perfect.
Sliding out of her towel, she let it fall to her feet, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It wasn’t a bad view, she mused to herself. Surely she wasn’t self absorbed. Just slightly appreciative. Her skin glowed in the candle light. Her frame, perhaps more skinny than it should be given her recent lack of grocery money, supported ample curves that seemed even more pronounced. The curve of her hips, seemed to highlight her breasts, soft and round. Large on her frame, they offered a nice cleavage in her too tight waitress uniform. But in this moment they perched, free from restriction. Rosy nipples hardening at the draft and contrast to the steam rising behind her. Her hands cupped them appreciatively. Delicate fingers squeezing the apprehensive buds there. A mild chuckle at the sensation.
Long, if a bit lean from all the time spent on her feet - legs carefully took her to the almost full tub. Easing herself down as she acclimatised to the water. Taking a healthy swallow of the wine, as she relaxed into the warmth surrounding her. Feeling the warmth grow inside as well. Her muscles relaxing. Coming unwound and untaught.
The bubbles around her, enveloping her body completely. Shielding her hands from view. Which still wandered. She let them. Sliding down her side, and causing a light tickle. Enough to crave more. She was alone. Who would judge? Who would know?
Another sip of the wine, curled down her throat. Her hand on her thigh moved upwards finding her apex. Silky and wet. A sigh left her. She wanted what she couldn’t have. Where did this come from. She’d been tired. Done in. Could it be the wine?
It didn’t matter anyway. Even when she’d had a boyfriend, shed never felt… fulfilled. Oh sure, they had sex, and she’d had orgasms. Rebecca had decided they just weren’t all they were cracked up to be. He had seemed happy. Always coming back for more. Perhaps she should have been too. They weren’t terrible. She just always felt like there had to be more than that. Like drinking a glass of wine that wasn’t that good. It was still wine. It still did what it needed to do. But there were other more amazing wines out there.
Rebecca took another healthy sip. Contemplating this as her fingers danced over her silky opening. This was good wine. It coursed through her, turning her insides velvety. Encouraging her to indulge herself further.
She jumped as something grazed her arm chuckling as she realized the shower head had floated up next to her. Hmmmm.. She turned it on, letting the stream tease her nipples. Resting her head back against the tub. Oh this was nice! The simple sensations caused her to let out an appreciative sigh as her hand slowly coaxed the wand downwards. Over her abdomen and across her thighs. She bit her lip hiding a self indulgent smile. She’d never done anything like this. But it was her house. Her night. She slowly brought it to her apex. As the water encroached, she tensed anticipatingly. As it reached her bud, she gasped letting out a quiet groan. That was more than she was expecting. Even to just try. Her hand pulled it away as she laughed lightly. “Fuck..” She breathed, reaching for her glass.
Another healthy swallow, the wine glistening on her lips she rested her head back again, bringing the wand to tease her bud again. Her eyes closed on contact. Her breath catching as the water rushed over her. She held it there, letting the sensation build. She was going to come, if she held it there long enough. She licked her lips in anticipation. Feeling the sensation build stronger. The sort she remembered. The flutters throughout her body. A pleasant and relaxing feeling. A small pleasurable sigh escaped her lips. Who needed a boyfriend when she could get that right here?
That was nice she thought, as the sensation subsided. She reached for her wine. This was where he’d have turned over to go to sleep. Or to flip on sports centre. She’d lie there thinking was that really all there was?
The wand still held in place. What she hadn’t expected was the sensation to build again. This time stronger. “Oh..” She whispered, as she tipped her head back again. Her eyes closing. She’d heard of multiple orgasms, but thought it was a myth. But here it was growing more and more intense.
Suddenly the water out of the wand grew stronger. A gasp left her as Rebecca’s instinct to pull the wand away wasn’t met with action. Instead the wand stayed inplace, insisting itself on her. IN her. Rebecca’s hips started to move, rocking up to meet with the sensation. A whimper left her as she bit her lip in anticipation. It felt so good! More than she’d felt before. Her breathing became louder as the steam filled the room. Part of her wanted to pull away. But a bigger part of her kept up the pressured assault, the sensation building bigger and bigger.
The exhaustion coursed through her as if a tangible force. Zapping strength from her muscles. Her arms ached. Her feet groaned. Even her hair hurt.
Starting classes in a new town would be tiring for anyone. Navigating a new campus. Figuring out teachers, and classes. Catching up on work she’d missed having started late. All of it would have been overwhelming for anyone.
Add into the mix, the new job as a waitress at a busy restaurant. Late and busy nights learning the ropes. She must be crazy. But she needed the job to pay for school. Along with the apartment she acquired. It was cheap. Amazingly so. Even if it did look like an abandoned old house. The apartment upstairs was spacious. A roof over her head. A bed to sleep in. It was what she could afford. And it was a damn sight better than living out of her car.
Rebecca climbed the creaking wood stairs dreaming of curling up in that very bed. She’d done her best to make the old place seem cozy. An over sized comforter kept her warm in the rather large bedroom with floor to ceiling windows. She’d hung some fairy lights. Lined the shelves with books. Tried to breath life back into a place that seemed all but forgotten.
As she turned the key in the lock, Rebecca juggled her book back and the bag in her arms. A few groceries, a bottle of wine given to her from her boss at the restaurant. ‘Consider it a housewarming gift’. She’d gratefully accepted. Infact, now that she thought on it, a glass of wine would be the perfect way to unwind. Locking the door behind her, she dropped her bag in the hall and walked toward the kitchen. Stopping to regard the clawfoot tub in the bathroom.
Now that, was an even better idea. A good long soak. Some wine. And to bed. Rebecca was almost giddy with the thought.
The clawfoot tub was enormous. Two people could fit in it, easily. Perhaps three. It was wide and deep. It was the first thing she’d carefully cleaned, promising herself she’d enjoy long luxurious baths as often as possible. But necessity had so far proven less than luxurious. With only a hand held shower head, and no proper stand up apparatus. ‘Showers’ had been taken quick and unpleasantly.
Tonight she’d appreciate this tub as it was meant to be. She turned on the taps full. Letting the hot water fill the tub as she went about getting ready for her evening.
Wine poured, wrapped in a large fluffy towel, Rebecca swept her dark tumbling curls up into a messy knot to keep her hair from getting wet. A book rested next to her wine glass. Her full intentions on spending a good amount of time in this tub. She’d managed to find a few candles and a match book. Choosing to bathe in flickering candle light, instead of the raw bulb over head. She smiled to herself as she looked around. This was more luxurious than any date she’d ever been on.
“When you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” She smirked touching a toe to the almost too hot water. Perfect.
Sliding out of her towel, she let it fall to her feet, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It wasn’t a bad view, she mused to herself. Surely she wasn’t self absorbed. Just slightly appreciative. Her skin glowed in the candle light. Her frame, perhaps more skinny than it should be given her recent lack of grocery money, supported ample curves that seemed even more pronounced. The curve of her hips, seemed to highlight her breasts, soft and round. Large on her frame, they offered a nice cleavage in her too tight waitress uniform. But in this moment they perched, free from restriction. Rosy nipples hardening at the draft and contrast to the steam rising behind her. Her hands cupped them appreciatively. Delicate fingers squeezing the apprehensive buds there. A mild chuckle at the sensation.
Long, if a bit lean from all the time spent on her feet - legs carefully took her to the almost full tub. Easing herself down as she acclimatised to the water. Taking a healthy swallow of the wine, as she relaxed into the warmth surrounding her. Feeling the warmth grow inside as well. Her muscles relaxing. Coming unwound and untaught.
The bubbles around her, enveloping her body completely. Shielding her hands from view. Which still wandered. She let them. Sliding down her side, and causing a light tickle. Enough to crave more. She was alone. Who would judge? Who would know?
Another sip of the wine, curled down her throat. Her hand on her thigh moved upwards finding her apex. Silky and wet. A sigh left her. She wanted what she couldn’t have. Where did this come from. She’d been tired. Done in. Could it be the wine?
It didn’t matter anyway. Even when she’d had a boyfriend, shed never felt… fulfilled. Oh sure, they had sex, and she’d had orgasms. Rebecca had decided they just weren’t all they were cracked up to be. He had seemed happy. Always coming back for more. Perhaps she should have been too. They weren’t terrible. She just always felt like there had to be more than that. Like drinking a glass of wine that wasn’t that good. It was still wine. It still did what it needed to do. But there were other more amazing wines out there.
Rebecca took another healthy sip. Contemplating this as her fingers danced over her silky opening. This was good wine. It coursed through her, turning her insides velvety. Encouraging her to indulge herself further.
She jumped as something grazed her arm chuckling as she realized the shower head had floated up next to her. Hmmmm.. She turned it on, letting the stream tease her nipples. Resting her head back against the tub. Oh this was nice! The simple sensations caused her to let out an appreciative sigh as her hand slowly coaxed the wand downwards. Over her abdomen and across her thighs. She bit her lip hiding a self indulgent smile. She’d never done anything like this. But it was her house. Her night. She slowly brought it to her apex. As the water encroached, she tensed anticipatingly. As it reached her bud, she gasped letting out a quiet groan. That was more than she was expecting. Even to just try. Her hand pulled it away as she laughed lightly. “Fuck..” She breathed, reaching for her glass.
Another healthy swallow, the wine glistening on her lips she rested her head back again, bringing the wand to tease her bud again. Her eyes closed on contact. Her breath catching as the water rushed over her. She held it there, letting the sensation build. She was going to come, if she held it there long enough. She licked her lips in anticipation. Feeling the sensation build stronger. The sort she remembered. The flutters throughout her body. A pleasant and relaxing feeling. A small pleasurable sigh escaped her lips. Who needed a boyfriend when she could get that right here?
That was nice she thought, as the sensation subsided. She reached for her wine. This was where he’d have turned over to go to sleep. Or to flip on sports centre. She’d lie there thinking was that really all there was?
The wand still held in place. What she hadn’t expected was the sensation to build again. This time stronger. “Oh..” She whispered, as she tipped her head back again. Her eyes closing. She’d heard of multiple orgasms, but thought it was a myth. But here it was growing more and more intense.
Suddenly the water out of the wand grew stronger. A gasp left her as Rebecca’s instinct to pull the wand away wasn’t met with action. Instead the wand stayed inplace, insisting itself on her. IN her. Rebecca’s hips started to move, rocking up to meet with the sensation. A whimper left her as she bit her lip in anticipation. It felt so good! More than she’d felt before. Her breathing became louder as the steam filled the room. Part of her wanted to pull away. But a bigger part of her kept up the pressured assault, the sensation building bigger and bigger.