Adultery Priya Didi

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Her body swayed as she moved, her breasts bouncing gently with each step, and she was acutely aware of every sensation, the cool tile under her feet, the air against her naked skin, the slide of her thighs against each other.
 
She turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. Not cold, she decided. She didn't want to shock her system or kill this feeling.
 
She wanted to feel, wanted to explore these sensations even if it was dangerous. She set the water to warm, not hot enough to be uncomfortable, but warm enough to be sensuous, enveloping.
 
The water came to life with a hiss, and she stepped under the spray.
 
The first touch of water against her heated skin made her gasp. The temperature was perfect, warm enough to soothe, hot enough to awaken every nerve ending.
 
It cascaded over her head, the pressure steady and insistent, and she felt the water saturating her long black hair, weighing it down until it clung to her back in heavy, wet ropes.
 
She tilted her face up into the spray, letting it stream directly over her closed eyes, her cheeks, her parted lips.
 
Water ran into her mouth and she swallowed, tasting the clean heat of it. Some droplets caught on her eyelashes, and she blinked them away, watching through the blur as the bathroom disappeared behind a curtain of steam and moisture.
 
The water ran down her neck in dozens of small streams, each one tracing a different path across her skin.
 
She could feel every single rivulet, one running down the hollow of her throat, another along the side of her neck, a third following the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
 
The sensation was overwhelming in its detail, as if the water was mapping her body with liquid fingers.
 
Her hands moved to her neck, following the water's path, feeling the slickness of her wet skin.
 
She traced the line from her jaw down to her collarbones, feeling how the water pooled briefly in the delicate hollows there before overflowing and continuing its journey downward.
 
The water reached her collarbones and separated into rivulets that ran down over her shoulders and arms, but the main streams, the ones that commanded her attention, that made her breath catch, those ran straight down over her chest.

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