Masturbation or Dirty Hair?

Masturbation or Dirty Hair?

Saturday Night. Wanda and I agree to meet at the Erotic Show at Earl’s Court. We had a last minute change of plans and then agree to meet in Soho.

I’m in party mode and ready to hit the town. I want to get laid tonight. The work men who were in my flat fixing various things leave around 6:00 PM. As soon as they're gone I dash into the shower. Now the question of the hour is: Do I have time for a shower head massage orgasm?

It sucks being horny and late. It won’t take that long for me to cum, but I need to leave my place in the next 15 minutes in order to meet Wanda on time.

I figure that I don’t have time to shower, wash my hair, get dressed and get myself off. So it boils down to this:

Do I masturbate? Or do I go out with dirty hair? Decisions, decisions. Horny or Dirty? God, it’s tough being me.

A decision is made. I sit down in the tub. I take the shower head massager and adjust the water pressure so that it is steadily shooting out in a narrow powerful stream. I lay back and press the shower head against my clit. The water is on full blast and the sensation is wonderful. It feels like a thousand tongues licking my clit simultaneously. Oh fuck, what a feeling.

Suddenly the water temperature heats up and the water brushing against my clit feels even more amazing then before. I can only describe the sensation as the same feeling you get when a guy cums in you or cums on you. It’s that feeling of warm cum on your pussy; in your pussy. It’s the feeling of stewing in someone else’s juices. To say that this feels fucking fantastic is an understatement.

I wonder if it’s physically possible to be fucked at the same time I’m pleasuring my clit with the shower head massager?

I cum loudly. When I come I can make a range of sounds from anything low and guttural (think dying cow) to a high pitched shrieking sound. My orgasm now is towards the high pitch end. Consequently, my dog walks into the bathroom and gives me a look that I can only interpret as “Everything alright, Guv?”

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking? Ew, she leaves the door open when she’s in the bathroom. Damn right I do. I live alone. I have every right to.

I get out of the tub and realize that I spent 15 minutes getting myself off. Now I’m really late. I still have to get dressed and throw on some make up.

I decided today to wear the Lederhosen outfit: a short brown skirt with a distinctly Bavarian feel. Brown leggings. And a bright pink v-neck short sleeve shirt. My tits, by the way, look great in it.

I meet Wanda in Soho. I’m 15 minutes late. I apologize. We order two glasses of white wine and our night on the pull begins.