Uninvited rain 3

The rain had left me shivering. I stripped off my clothes and sank into a hot bath. Steam rose around me as the water enveloped my body, instantly chasing the cold away. A soft tremor ran through me as warmth spread deep into my skin. Curiosity stirred. My hand drifted lower, gliding over my stomach until my fingertips brushed that small, already swollen nub. I traced slow circles over it, rubbing with gentle pressure. That strange, electric rush of pleasure shot straight through my lower body—stronger this time. I had no intention of stopping. My touches grew bolder, more unrestrained. The slick wetness made it easy for two fingers to slide into that tight, secret heat. With every slow thrust and curl, the hot, velvety walls clenched greedily around them, sending sharper waves of pleasure rolling through me. I felt like I was on a runaway high-speed train—breathing hard, heart pounding, desperate for more with every stroke. When the pleasure finally crested, my insides suddenly clamped down hard. My mind went blank. My whole body arched and trembled as powerful orgasmic waves crashed over me again and again, so intense they nearly made me lose consciousness. Was this what an orgasm felt like? How could anything possibly feel this good? A hot bath on a rainy day really was something else. Maybe getting caught in the rain wasn’t such a bad thing after all.