My Ex's Habits (2)

I thought of N as a Dynamo. Although our relationship could be rocky, to say the least, we always made up in the end. When things were going well... that's when some mind blowing experiences for me would happen.

I recall a tiny basement apartment that N was living at one winter while we were both still attending school. It had a wonderful tiled walk-in shower large enough that it didn't require a door or curtain. I could watch her in the shower... women tend to look at their best soaking wet, in my humble opinion. Eventually I joined her. I commented on how much I loved the shower and how sensual it was compared to some run-of-the-mill fiberglass 'bath in the wall' that are so common. She agreed and said she loved laying out in here and taking her time.

I wasn't sure what she was on about. At this point in our relationship I was still pretty dense and naive. I wasn't aware of that most women are just like us men, whether they admit it or not. Anyway, we were both playing and caressing one another when suddenly N took the nail brush she kept in the shower... a white plastic brush which had a four inch handle slightly curved from the bristles. N got on all fours between my legs and jammed the handle into her pussy from over her behind. We just locked eyes for the first 30 seconds as she worked that brush handle into her... the look was one of depraved release and intense satisfaction in sharing her darker/hidden habits. She told me while she was fucking herself with the brush... between labored breaths, that she probably fucked the brush a hundred times in that shower... But N had only lived there for about four months at that time. She told me she spent more time on the floor of the shower than she did standing up and that it was her favorite place to get off at the moment. I told her she looked beautiful. Her eyes were getting heavy and her mouth was agape and chest heaving. She ended up getting off her knees into a squatting position, holding the brush from the front now and across from me on the shower floor. Her shoulders elbow and wrist were working in unison as she pounded the handle into herself... her palm banging against her clit with every thrust. Again her knees began to tremble as her arm pistoned the brush up and down. She let out a long grunt... eyes closed and mouth open... head back, and then just the sound of the shower running as she slumped against the shower wall....spent.

I realize that this isn't an unheard of experience. Millions of women take advantage of the shower everyday. N just put this shower through its paces... and me in turn.

I've got more to share about the Dynamo soon. A cucumber and a roommate... and an out of town massage parlour come to mind right now.