Adultery Priya Didi

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The water ran down her thighs now, following the full curves, and she could feel every drop as it traveled over her skin.
 
Some streams ran down the front of her thighs, others down the sides, and still others down the backs, behind her knees, all the way to her ankles and feet. The sensation was total, encompassing, as if she was being touched everywhere at once.
 
She widened her stance slightly, letting the water flow more freely between her thighs, and gasped at the sensation. Even the indirect touch of water running over her was almost too much.
 
She was so sensitive, so aware, every nerve ending alive and begging for attention that went beyond the innocent caress of shower water.
 
She reached for the soap, her hands trembling slightly.
 
The bar was smooth and slippery in her palm, and she worked it between her hands, watching as the white foam built and multiplied, creating clouds of lather that looked almost innocent despite what she was about to do with it.
 
And then, with a sense of both inevitability and sin, she began to wash her body.
 
But she wasn't just washing. She was touching. Exploring. Feeling. Worshipping.
 
She started with her shoulders, running her soapy hands over the smooth skin there, feeling the way her palms glided effortlessly across her wet body.
 
The soap created a slickness that was almost erotic in itself, reducing friction to nearly nothing, allowing her hands to slide and flow over her curves as easily as the water did.
 
She worked down her arms, taking her time, soaping each one from shoulder to wrist, feeling the delicate bones at her wrists, the softness of her inner arms.
 
Then back up, her palms sliding up the underside of her arms, that sensitive skin that so few people ever touched, and she shivered at her own caress.
 
Her hands moved across her upper chest, spreading soap over her collarbones, that delicate architecture of bone and skin that she had always thought was one of her most elegant features.
 
She let her fingers trace the hollows there, feeling how the soap filled them temporarily before being washed away by the relentless water.
 
And then, inevitably, her hands moved to her breasts, and any pretense of simple bathing disappeared entirely.

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