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a
claw-foot bathtub.
She squealed. She was dying for a bath. She
wanted to get all the traces of Alan off her and start fresh. Oh,
and a good faucet orgasm was always a splendid thing. She turned
the porcelain spigots and found bath oil on the windowsill,
dripping the fragrant liquid into the hot water.
She slowly peeled off her sweater, lifting
it over her head and arching her back. She knew that her breasts
jutted out when she did this. Alan often attacked her when she was
undressing, but this wasn’t for Alan. It was for her.
And for me.
“ What?” Sienna spun
around. Was that real, that husky whispered voice?
She covered her chest as her eyes searched
the room carefully, listening for any footfall or breath. But it
was quiet, all except for the sound of rushing bathwater. She
shrugged. Must be her imagination. She tossed her sweater aside,
wriggled out of her white skirt and peeled off her damp thong. She
left her necklace on, fingering it idly as she walked back to the
bathroom.
The tub was half full when she turned off
the water and carefully lowered herself into it. The steaming water
relaxed her utterly, and before long she’d taken the scented oil
and was rubbing it all over her breasts, kneading them, circling
her slippery, tight nipples with both hands. She groaned, hearing
her own voice echo off the pristine tiles of the bathroom, when a
deeper groan seemed to echo back.
Suddenly, something smooth and warm slid
along her inner thigh. It felt like a very masculine, very real,
very strong hand. She stiffened, releasing her nipples to grab the
edge of the bathtub.
What was that? She peered
into the clear water. There was nothing there. She saw her smooth,
shapely thighs coming together where her freshly shaved pussy
soaked luxuriously beneath the water. But something, someone —was touching
her. The invisible hand pressed higher and higher up her inner
thigh, a slithery sensation that drove an electric rush of desire
straight to her clit.
Sienna tilted her head
back and shut her eyes. This can’t be
real. It just can’t. But even as she was
convincing herself it was all her imagination, a second unseen hand
grasped her other inner thigh, and together they splayed open her
legs, as wide as they could go within the confines of the
tub.
The strong hands crept ever higher, until
they slithered over her pulsing and throbbing pussy. Deft,
invisible fingers found her swollen nub and circled it with a
slippery, delicious pressure that made her moan and cry out.
Sienna didn’t know what to think. Her thighs
were parted widely, and even if she could move, she didn’t want to.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone took her like this,
rubbing her cunt in the most perfect way.
The hands were masculine, there was no doubt
about it, and they knew exactly what she wanted. One ghostly finger
slid into her cleft, thrusting in and out, finger fucking her until
her eyes rolled back and she panted louder, faster. It pushed and
pulled, playing at her G-spot all the while the other fingers
swirled and rubbed relentlessly at her clit.
She could barely hold onto the tub when a
third finger rubbed her tight asshole, the sensation deliciously
indecent and sending clear rings of hot desire everywhere. Sienna
lifted her knees, letting her legs fall over the edges of the
bathtub so the hands could access her. Access everything.
She couldn’t keep a cohesive thought in her
mind as the fingers fucked her, slid all over her. Her orgasm
crested, filling her up until her whole body tingled and hummed
with unbelievable pleasure. And then it crashed over her as Sienna
shrieked with ecstasy, her own voice filling the tiny bathroom.
Chapter Two
In a blink, the phantom hands were gone.
Sienna panted and hyperventilated in the
aftermath, wondering—what the hell? Was she going crazy? Did Alan
slip some drug into her Diet Coke before she’d left?
She lifted her head, seeing her legs hanging
over each edge of the
claw-foot bathtub.
She squealed. She was dying for a bath. She
wanted to get all the traces of Alan off her and start fresh. Oh,
and a good faucet orgasm was always a splendid thing. She turned
the porcelain spigots and found bath oil on the windowsill,
dripping the fragrant liquid into the hot water.
She slowly peeled off her sweater, lifting
it over her head and arching her back. She knew that her breasts
jutted out when she did this. Alan often attacked her when she was
undressing, but this wasn’t for Alan. It was for her.
And for me.
“ What?” Sienna spun
around. Was that real, that husky whispered voice?
She covered her chest as her eyes searched
the room carefully, listening for any footfall or breath. But it
was quiet, all except for the sound of rushing bathwater. She
shrugged. Must be her imagination. She tossed her sweater aside,
wriggled out of her white skirt and peeled off her damp thong. She
left her necklace on, fingering it idly as she walked back to the
bathroom.
The tub was half full when she turned off
the water and carefully lowered herself into it. The steaming water
relaxed her utterly, and before long she’d taken the scented oil
and was rubbing it all over her breasts, kneading them, circling
her slippery, tight nipples with both hands. She groaned, hearing
her own voice echo off the pristine tiles of the bathroom, when a
deeper groan seemed to echo back.
Suddenly, something smooth and warm slid
along her inner thigh. It felt like a very masculine, very real,
very strong hand. She stiffened, releasing her nipples to grab the
edge of the bathtub.
What was that? She peered
into the clear water. There was nothing there. She saw her smooth,
shapely thighs coming together where her freshly shaved pussy
soaked luxuriously beneath the water. But something, someone —was touching
her. The invisible hand pressed higher and higher up her inner
thigh, a slithery sensation that drove an electric rush of desire
straight to her clit.
Sienna tilted her head
back and shut her eyes. This can’t be
real. It just can’t. But even as she was
convincing herself it was all her imagination, a second unseen hand
grasped her other inner thigh, and together they splayed open her
legs, as wide as they could go within the confines of the
tub.
The strong hands crept ever higher, until
they slithered over her pulsing and throbbing pussy. Deft,
invisible fingers found her swollen nub and circled it with a
slippery, delicious pressure that made her moan and cry out.
Sienna didn’t know what to think. Her thighs
were parted widely, and even if she could move, she didn’t want to.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone took her like this,
rubbing her cunt in the most perfect way.
The hands were masculine, there was no doubt
about it, and they knew exactly what she wanted. One ghostly finger
slid into her cleft, thrusting in and out, finger fucking her until
her eyes rolled back and she panted louder, faster. It pushed and
pulled, playing at her G-spot all the while the other fingers
swirled and rubbed relentlessly at her clit.
She could barely hold onto the tub when a
third finger rubbed her tight asshole, the sensation deliciously
indecent and sending clear rings of hot desire everywhere. Sienna
lifted her knees, letting her legs fall over the edges of the
bathtub so the hands could access her. Access everything.
She couldn’t keep a cohesive thought in her
mind as the fingers fucked her, slid all over her. Her orgasm
crested, filling her up until her whole body tingled and hummed
with unbelievable pleasure. And then it crashed over her as Sienna
shrieked with ecstasy, her own voice filling the tiny bathroom.
Chapter Two
In a blink, the phantom hands were gone.
Sienna panted and hyperventilated in the
aftermath, wondering—what the hell? Was she going crazy? Did Alan
slip some drug into her Diet Coke before she’d left?
She lifted her head, seeing her legs hanging
over each edge of the
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