A Relaxing Bath

It was hot and sticky in Kentucky today, and after giving my cat (and inadvertently myself) a flea bath, I poured my favorite vanilla bubble bath under the faucet, stripped out of my shorts and tank top, and slid into the tub full of soft, sweet-smelling bubbles. The cat was one of many distractions to my day, and I needed the bath as much to clear my head as to clean my body. Since breaking up with my boyfriend five days ago, I haven't been in the mood to masturbate--guilt, perhaps, or maybe too many memories. But once I was in the bathtub I banished all thoughts of him from my head and concentrated on myself. I slid further into the bath and watched my body disappear, then reappear shiny wet and soapy. I rubbed bubbles on my arms, my stomach, my breasts. I lifted my foot and rested it on the side of the tub, watching the bubbles part and slide off my smooth skin. I arched my back so that my pussy broke the surface of the water, and I rubbed my hand over it again and again, sliding my fingers through the soapy bubbles that clung to my light brown hair. I slid a finger inside my slit and rested it against my clit. I slid it further down, fingering myself and rubbing my clit with the palm of my hand. I started to feel that familiar tingling and my thoughts shifted to a past occurrence; how the last time I slept with my best friend, I awoke to feel him behind me, still asleep but pressing his hard cock against my ass, and later the wetness of pre-cum on my back, and later still, flipping over and accidentally brushing my hand across the head of his dick, which had escaped the waistband of his shorts. I was wearing a pair of underwear which, I realized as we lay talking the night before, had stretched by my habit of pulling them to one side while masturbating. After touching his dick for the first time in the early morning, albeit fleeting and accidental, I was so aroused that I couldn't help but rub my pussy. I pretended I was asleep on my back and when he turned on his side facing me and threw his arm over me, I reached down and rubbed hard on my clit for a few minutes. I knew he could feel my movement because his arm was on top of mine, and I wondered if he was awake enough to hear me moan. I stopped just short of orgasm, then turned away from him and let him scoot up against me so that I could feel his dick against my ass again. In the tub today, I stopped short of orgasm again. I thought I would save it for tonight, after I had posted my story and read a few others. I plan to strip naked and slide into bed, maybe dream up a fantasy or play my current favorite, and rub my clit till I come moaning and panting, all by myself.