I wanted to take a long, hot shower. I just got done cleaning the apartment from a party from the night before. I filled a trash can full of solo cups and bottles, made sure to dump out the ash trays, and wiped the tables clean from resin from dumping out the pipes. I was exhausted, hung-over and I craved the massaging head from the shower to run up and down by back. This shower was begging to be hot-boxed. I set up my bong, cleaned out the water, refreshed the ice catcher, filled the bowl half way and scraped my grinder with the queen of hearts stuck in a tab of a beer can from last night’s game of ring of fire till it didn’t have a trace of keef left. Then topped the bowl off with enough weed that it had the smallest mound peeking over the edge.
I walked to the bathroom with my bong ready for some sweet relief, setting it on the bathroom sink. After I turned the shower all the way on hot, faced the shower head against the wall and closed the curtain. I threw on my stereo, “Champagne Supernova”. Soon the bathroom was filling with steam. First bong rip, I closed my eyes as I let out the smoke, letting the music fill my ears. I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled out, taking off my green lace underwear and socks in one go. I slipped out of my tank top, unhooked the front of my bra and sighed from the relief from boob prison. I gave them a gentle massage before I reached for my bong again.
Steam surrounded me when I closed the curtain. Small drops of scolding hot water teased my naked skin as I took a deep toke in the shower. A luxurious exhale escaped me. I thought of the way you make me feel when I am with you. I opened my eyes and leaned against the cool back of the shower. The steam felt hotter next to me, making me sweat. I hit it again. This time I felt your hands on my ribcage grazing me till your hands went over my butt to give it a gentle squeeze and a tap. Pulling me in from behind and kissing my neck first till your soft lips touched my own.
I was where I wanted to be. I was with you for one more second before I decided to take another toke and actually start showering. I turned the shower to the perfect warmth. I let the water run through my hair, trailing down all my curves washing away my troubles and dirt. I washed my hair with apple shampoo, slowly, hoping for any change in the world for you to come through the bathroom door and sneak in my shower unannounced. I rinsed my hair when I came to terms with reality and sighed when i knew that it wouldn’t happen this soon.
I grabbed my bong from the bathroom stand outside of the shower and took another rip, exhaled, then a deeper one. “Disarm” played next. I lathered up my washcloth with sugar cookie shower gel. I imagined it was your hands washing my body. I mimicked your gentle touch. The way your hand explored as far as your longs arms reached. The way your hands felt as they squeezed my inner thighs running down to my calves. I dropped my wash cloth and grazed my finger tips down my neck to my lathered tits, biting my bottom lip thinking of the way you make my clothes slide off me by just touching me right. The way you reached down into my yoga pants just to grab and squeeze my bare legs and ass. The way your tongue found my nipple slipping out of my tank top. Finding your way to kiss me down my ribcage, to my hips where my pants seemed to slip off and I could feel your warm breath on my lips. Kissing my slit before your tongue penetrated me making my body flush, giving me goose bumps down my spine.
I took a deep sigh before I picked up that wash cloth. I rinsed off. I smiled to myself at the thought of you. “Coma White” started playing. This time it was just my hands touching my body. I gave my nipple a little twist, letting the pain seep in. I was lusting for you. I wanted it rough and I wanted it bad. I wanted you to pull my hair to the side, exposing my neck that you would kiss and bite. Your other hand bringing my hips into your body. My fingers slipped into my own. I wanted you to have me against the shower wall. I soon found myself against it anyway, with you on my mind. The fantasy growing wild. Craving you, with the curiosity of what it would be like to finally have all of you burning though me.
My shower finally ended. The fantasy a rewarding alternative, I felt your presence that afternoon, biting my lip before each toke, remembering that wonderful shower.
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