As expected, breastfeeding and age had caused her tits to droop slightly, but the creamy melons were still full and firm enough to stand out from her chest. They had always drawn attention from men, and pregnancy had increased cup size to a 36D. Moving lower, Vivian’s stomach was reasonably flat as she traced her fingertips over a faint, almost invisible scar from the stretch marks following childbirth. Her ass was pert and firm, stretching the cotton material of the baby blue panties.
Slowly, as if performing a striptease, she eased her panties down her toned legs revealing her curly brown bush, that she trimmed occasionally, surrounding her pinkish outer lips that slightly parted, with her prominent inner lips visible. Her light brown nipples grew erect, exposed to the colder surrounding of the bathroom.
She got into the shower stall enjoying the warm water cascading down her naked form. Vivian washed her hair first, lathering it with the organic conditioner. The cherry blossom scent smelled divine. Then, she focused on her body, gently massaging goat milk body wash onto her aching muscles. Slowly, she brought her hands to her tits — now slick with soapy water, kneading them. “Ohhhh that feels so good.” She moaned.
Her fingers moved to her nipples, pulling and twisting on the sensitive buds. “Ahhh mhhmmm.” Her gasps and moans getting louder steadily. Vivian thought about Tim, the psychology professor she had gone out with a few times with before the Covid-19 pandemic hit hard, and restrictions were put in place.
Tim was around her age, maybe a few years older, and really charming with his dashing good looks. She imagined his strong fingers working her nipples, pulling and twisting them between her fingers. “Ohh fuck Tim, that’s it baby.”
Vivian’s right hand traced down her stomach, her left still stimulating her erect nipples. Leaning against the wall, she spread her thighs allowing easier access to her pussy lips. She brought her thumb to her clit, rubbing against it in circular motions. In her mind though, it was Tim’s fingers doing the work. Her body shuddered and her legs twitched with pleasure. “Oooohh!” Another high-pitched moan left her mouth, her lips forming into an ‘O’ shape.
Slowly, Vivian eased a two fingers into herself. “Yess ohhhh right there, fuck me, Tim.” She imagined his blue eyes staring intently, as she moaned wantonly with her hips giving little jerks to meet his eager thrusting fingers. Her labia glistened with her juices which was then washed away by the warm jet streams of water.
Vivian’s fingers were moving frantically now, her orgasm fast approaching. Her left hand was now firmly placed against the wall supporting her weight. Oh, how she would have loved a hard, pulsating cock hammering into her right now. Tim pushing her up against the walls as they passionately kissed, with his fingers in her and his throbbing hard-on brushing against her hips. As she thought about his lips on hers, her mind instantly shifted to the kiss she had shared over a year ago with Jason when he had left for his freshman year. Suddenly, it was no longer Tim who was finger fucking her. His blonde hair was now brown and his blue eyes were replaced by Jason’s forest green ones.
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