The Big 4-Oh!

An eBook By Beth Wylde.

Thinking about hair made me do a quick check on my own head to make sure none of my roots were showing. Finding my auburn curls free of gray, and satisfied that I could wait another week or so before calling my hairdresser for an appointment, I sank down into the tub. The hot water was exactly what I needed to soothe my frazzled nerves.

I reclined against the padded backrest of the whirlpool tub and flicked on the button for the jets. The sudden swirling motion of the water mixed up the bath oil until the entire room filled with steam and the heady scent of vanilla. After a few minutes of floating, my troubles seemed even further away. I had my own ideas about how I wanted to spend my birthday next week, but I wanted to talk to Dave, my husband, about them first.

I pulled the small tray of bath supplies closer, grabbing the shaving gel and razor first. My fingers were slippery from the oil, so I paused after spreading the cream on my legs to wipe my hands on a nearby towel. Smooth skin is very sexy; multiple nicks and cuts are not.

took my time, making sure that every place with unnecessary hair was shaved clean before pulling the plug out to drain the rapidly cooling water. I stepped out onto the Oriental, no-slip throw rug that bridged the gab between the tub and the shower, shivering as I turned the knob halfway to hot and jumped inside. I normally don't take a bath and a shower because I think it's a big waste of water, but I still felt sticky from the shaving gel residue and the oil. Washing my hair was on the agenda also.

I picked up the shower head and held it downward toward the floor so the first cold blast didn't make me any colder. I held my hand in the spray until the temperature was satisfactory then hung the shower head back up in order to finish. I unpinned and scrubbed my hair first since the long auburn mass took forever to wash and condition. Once that chore was finished, the rest of the job went quickly. Within minutes I was soapy, scrubbed, and ready to rinse.

I grabbed the shower head once again, focusing the water on my body. As I ran it over my belly and the tops of my thighs, I noticed how the gentle pulsing made my skin tingle, especially between my legs on my newly-shaved pussy. Instantly, I knew another way I could take my mind off of my disastrous day.

Spreading my legs just a bit more, I aimed the nozzle directly where it felt the best. The hot, massaging spray worked wonders for my mood and had my clit throbbing in seconds. I leaned back against the wall and held the shower wand closer, lifting up one leg and propping it on one of the two built-in seats to allow the spray better access.

slid one hand down to join the water, holding myself open as I slipped in first one finger then another. The combination of the water outside and my fingers within was startling and almost more than I could stand. Within moments, my hips started moving of their own accord. I was so close to climax I could almost taste it. I knew since it had been a while that the end result would be extra sweet. My mouth opened on a groan.

"Yes, oh yes," I moaned, my body eagerly approaching the point of no return. In another minute or so, I'd be there.

Suddenly the frosted doors opened...

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