Girls' Getaway: Miami (Find Your Fantasy) Read Free

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Shower Alone
    The shower is large enough for a party, but you’re happy to have some time alone. Ever since you arrived in Miami, it’s been one surprise after another and you need time to process everything.
    The walls are tiled and the floor is covered in smooth river rocks that massage the soles of your feet. Multiple jets of water spray from the walls. Overhead is a detachable showerhead with delicious pressure. You grab the bottle of jasmine-scented shower gel and squeeze it into a pouf that foams up as you massage it into your skin. The water jet feels luxurious on your back. You had no idea how tense you were and the release is wonderful.
    The foam tickles your skin and the exotic scent of the soap seduces you. Your hand slows, lingering over your breasts. An image of the man from the beach springs into your mind. His tight abs, his firm ass. The purr of his deep voice as he flirted with you. Your hand moves lower.
    Hot water caresses you as you drop the sponge and let your fingers glide over the cleft between your legs. Should you? It’s been so long since you’ve had the luxury of making yourself come. Usually it’s all about your man’s pleasure. Meeting his needs. But right now, it’s just you and the water. No one will know.
    You lick your lips and make your decision.
    The showerhead unclips easily. A handy dial allows you to adjust the spray, but for now, you simply brush the spray across your sex. It tickles at first—until the little jets find their way between your lips. Your legs relax and you lean back against the wall. You close your eyes and imagine the man from the beach is in the shower with you. That the licks of the water are really his tongue. You imagine his broad, tanned shoulders and dark head between your legs.
    Without conscious thought, your hand adjusts the spray until it comes out in a single, strong jet stream. But in your mind the increased pressure is his hot tongue. Your free hand finds its way to your nipples. You imagine it’s his hand.
    The water hits your clit just right. Your hips begin to undulate to some unheard rhythm. The scent of jasmine and the hot lick of the water overwhelms your senses.
    There’s a bench built into the walls of the shower. You prop one foot on it so that you’re totally open. You spin the dial to increase the pressure even more. You aim it directly toward your button. And in your mind, the god between your legs rises up and rubs his cock against you.
    You insert two fingers into your pussy and the wetness you find there isn’t from the shower. The closer you get to orgasm, the more you crave to be filled. You insert another finger and imagine the delicious pressure is his cock.
    You bite your lip and focus every part of your being on the fantasy and the very real sensations overtaking your body. Faster now, harder with the fingers.
    You hold your breath for a single, golden moment and then …
    Shattered.
    You explode into a million shards of pure pleasure. You scream with the release of it, the surrender, not caring who hears you. Once the first wave passes, you keep fucking yourself with your fingers. You’re greedy for every ripple and tremor. You deserve this.
    Finally, you allow yourself to slide down to the bench. The tile feels cool on your fevered skin. Your head tips back and you allow yourself time to float on the high. There’s nowhere to be, no one to take care of, no responsibilities.
    After a few moments reveling in the afterglow, you pull yourself off the bench, turn off the water, and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel. And when you emerge from that pleasure cave, you feel like a woman reborn. That’s her in the mirror with the flushed cheeks and the secret shine in her eyes. You smile at that vixen. It’s been so long since she’s come around. You’re hoping she’ll stay for a while.
    As you’re brushing out your hair, there’s a light knock on the door. It’s your friend, reminding you about the spa appointment she