Steamy Shower Fantasy

I stood in the shower and closing my eyes, sighed contently. There was nothing more enjoyable than standing in a hot shower, the steam giving me a warm drowsy feeling as the water hit my body relaxed even more. Well, no, there was one thing more enjoyable than a hot shower and that would be if there was someone in here with me. As I slowly lathered myself up with strawberry scented body wash, my soapy hands slid across my small perky breasts. I moaned softly when my palms grazed my hard pink nipples. I moved my hands over my breasts and down my soft stomach, enjoying my soapy touch. Spreading my feet further apart I washed the insides of my thighs. When I breathed heavier while imagining it wasn't my hands, but a pair strong hands rubbing my thighs. I leaned against the wall of the shower, visualizing it as a strong chest and titling my head, thought of a pair of hot lips pressed to my skin. My right hand strayed to the smooth flesh of my pussy, and sliding my fingers through my soft wet lips, moaned again. When the last of the orgasm flowed through me, I remained leaning against the wall, not trusting my weak knees to hold me up. Catching my breath, I stood up and standing under the hot water rinsed off before taking the shampoo and lathering my long red hair. I took my time, soaking up the steam and feeling more relaxed than I had before. It was Saturday and I didn't have any plans, maybe I would slip back to bed for awhile. As I worked my fingers through my hair, I felt a little guilty about my getting off to my father. But I knew if I told a hundred people about it all hundred would say I was sick. So, as I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack, I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. I was tall and slender, on the slender side but my long legs were well shaped from cheerleading and my tits were round and firm with tiny pink nipples. My thin waist and long curly hair made me look like a girl next door pretty, but I had big baby blue eyes that when I pouted usually got me anything I wanted. Like most redheads, my skin was fair and some freckles around my nose that daddy always used to kiss when I was little, saying they were irresistible. Well, that's the story of what happened with my father and my desire for intimacy. I guess some fantasies are just that, fantasies.

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