Wet & Wild For You (Audio Script)

Stories

Oh god, that feels nice.

That run was just what I needed. But damn, that last mile really got me.

It’s been a while since I pushed myself like that.

Mmm… the hot water feels so good. The warmth feels like it’s seeping into my bones, finally warming me after an hour of running in the cold autumn air.

This lemongrass shower bomb is so cute… and it smells so nice in here now.

I had intended on using it for a nice bath… but a shower after a run is just so much better. More refreshing…

Baths are for evenings to relax before bed.

There’s no way I could focus on work after a bubble bath and scented candles.

I turn the dial on the shower to make the water a little hotter. And I watch the water slide down my body…

I love the results I’ve been seeing since I’ve started working out more. Not even just physically, I just feel… better. Inside and out.

I mean… if I do say so myself, my ass looks incredible.

My husband sure seemed to think so last night, at least.

I squirt some soap into my hands and lather it between my palms, massaging the lavender-scented foam into my shoulders.

Mmmm, that feels good.

I take a deep breath, inhaling the soothing scents of lemon and lavender, mixing together in the steam.

Mmm… kneading the tension out of my shoulders and my upper arms…

I press my thighs together and feel a pleasant little jolt of need between my legs.

I don’t know what it is about that hurts-so-good soreness in my muscles after a run… it just really gets me going.

Well, that… and remembering what it felt like last night…

Feeling my husband’s rough hands on me, delicate at first… massaging me… then… well, his massages always have a way of leading to other things.

God, the feeling of his strong fingers working the knots in my shoulders. The expert mix of soft and firm pressure as he glided the massage oil over my whole body.

I can’t help but think about his hands on me now… if he was in here with me.

He was still asleep when I left for my run this morning. It took me a little longer than expected and… I bet he’s on his way to work already now.

I press my thighs together again and run the body wash down over my breasts.

Even with the steam building up in the room, my chest are hard and peaked.

I close my eyes and run my fingertips over the sensitive nubs, slowly back and forth. A soft pulse of pleasure washes through me.

I circle the pads of my fingers around my chest, sliding them in between my fingers… pinching one ever so slightly.

Mmm. Last night… feeling his fingers here.

Everywhere…

I imagine my hands are his, pinching and gently twisting my chest as I massage the rest of my body with soap. Watching it rinse off my body and down the drain…

I run my free hand down my stomach, tracing his movements from yesterday… trailing down lower, massaging every inch of me until his fingers slid down between my legs.

I’m aching for it, again, remembering how he felt. How it felt to be touched everywhere, massaged, then pleasured… all over.

It felt so good.

Mmm, it feels so good, now, too… remembering what he did.

Retracing his movements… on myself…

I close my eyes and remember how he massaged my breasts, teasing his fingertips over my chest… then trailing his touch down in between my legs.

The way he ran his fingers up and down… pressing just enough… where he needed to.

I mimic his movements from last night, gently circling the pad of my fingertip on my clit as I slide my fingers over the rest of me…

Slowly moving back and forth… taking my time. Just like he did. God, I want him here now. Dragging some of my wetness from my entrance to my clit…

I’m so needy already… thinking about him. His hands, his lips, kissing his way down my collarbone. Between my breasts, kneading them in his hands, moving lower and lower…

I reach out of the shower and toward the vanity, fishing the little bullet toy out of the top drawer.

I run it under the water and drag my thumb over the smooth silicone and along its curved tip, made to look like a simple little tube of lipstick.

I turn it on to its lowest setting, and I trace the top of my thighs, feeling the vibrations ripple softly through my aching muscles.

I trace the tip up my stomach to my breasts… and over my chest.

Down… lower… over my hips and down… to –

Fuck, that feels so good.

I close my eyes, using my free hand to reach down and massage around my entrance.

Memories from last night flash through my mind… how I gripped the sheets as he pressed a massage wand to my clit… feeling his fingers thrust into me again and again…

That’s how all his massages end… and it always feels so good. I love the way he looks down at me… admiring the sight of me on the bed beneath him, begging for more…

Now, I tease my fingertip right around my entrance, not quite slipping inside.

Just like he did… feeling my pussy clench… drawing out the moment… before sinking inside…

Ohhh god, yes.

Yes…

The memory plays out like a movie in my mind.

The way he looked at me… his eyes dark and hungry.

The way he plunged two fingers inside me, going slow at first, gradually building the pleasure in my body. Until his palm pressed against my clit as he worked just the right spot. God, I love when he does that…

I slide another finger inside, slowly pumping… mirroring his movements from last night.

I rock my hips harder against the vibe, pumping my fingers harder.

Fuck, I’m getting closer…

Oh god, I’m going to passion…

Fuck…

Yes… yes…!

“Babe?”

I fumble to turn the vibrator off as my husband opens the door and pokes his head in.

“Uh – hey! ”

“Uhm… you’re still here.

Aren’t you working today?”

“Working from home today.

I don’t start for another hour.

What were you doing just now?”

“Nothing, just –

Just having a shower.

”

“You’re a really bad liar.

Were you… getting yourself off?

”

“I, uh –

Yeah…

”

“I mean, the vibrator was a dead giveaway.

It’s still on, by the way.

”

“Shut up…”

“Don’t be embarrassed.

It’s hot.

”

Heat flushes in my cheeks.

I can’t help the little grin that tugs at the corners of my lips.

And then I see it.

That same dark, hungry look he gave me last night, and my stomach flutters.

“Need a hand?”

“I’d love that.”

He strips off his clothes quickly and joins me in the shower. I press myself up against the wall to make space for him, and the cold tiles cause tingles all across my body.

“Hey...”

“Hey...”

“You look so good like this.”

“Yeah?”

“All wet… and soapy.

It’s a good look for you.

Need some more pampering after that run?

”

“Oh god, yes.”

He runs his palms up my back, pressing his thumbs a little harder into my muscles.

A wave of heat rushes through me as he presses his lips up against my ear.

“Keep using the vibrator.

I want to feel you…

”

I brace my hand against the tiles and set the vibrator back against my clit.

“Mmm, there you go…”

I push myself back against him, feeling his cock pressing against my ass as it gets harder. I can feel him flex his hips against me, working the pads of his fingers into my shoulders a little harder.

God, this feels so good.

Massaging all the tension out as the vibrator pulses my clit…

Fuck, he’s so good with his hands…

I’d run every day if means doing this with you every morning.

He trails his hands down my back and around my hips, and I lean back against him… resting my head on his shoulder… letting the soft waves of pleasure work their way through my body.

“That’s it…

Relax into me.

”

He circles his thumb into my hips, while his free hand runs up my stomach, cupping my breast and giving it a soft squeeze.

“You know I could hear you?