I took my sweet time lathering up, spending a little extra time on my chest, loving how my breasts felt when being caressed. My boobs were bigger than any of my friends, and I didn’t always love their size of 38 D. My areolas were quite big too, and a peachy pink color. I pinched and twisted my hard nipples a couple of times, making myself gasp and moan softly, thankful for the shower drowning out any sounds. The fleshy mounds did enjoy getting massaged though, and in these moments, I was more okay having such a heavy chest. I moved one hand lower and began to play with a different wetness.
This is why I had been so distracted from my schoolwork lately. Everyone I know had been having sex, and I would love to be on that side of everyone. My boyfriend, however, thinks waiting until marriage is the only proper way to have one’s first time. I have been so sexually frustrated and trying to convince him to change his mind, my grades have been slipping. I don’t want to just sleep with anyone, but I also have been thinking maybe there’s another way or person I could lose it to and still be special. I played with myself, finding myself imagining my uncle for a moment until I felt a light shiver through my body.
I’ve never actually imagined anyone besides my boyfriend while teasing myself. My fingers moved along my tight slit easily as my arousal lubricated them. My breathing became more erratic as small, soft moans escaped my pouty lips, my fingers gliding with slightly more speed and pressure.
“Oh god,” I gasped aloud, my breaths heavy. Stopping my movements, I listened for anyone passing by. That was too loud. I can’t be so loud. I quickly got out of the shower, trying to convince myself there’s no way Uncle Alex could know what I was doing in there. As I toweled off, I realized I didn’t bring clothes in with me. Crap. Doing my best, I attempted to wrap my body in this tiny towel, feeling quite exposed as I left. Alex stood right outside the bathroom door without a shirt on, smirking at me as I kept maneuvering the towel to stay on my body.
“Have fun in there?” he asked with a sense of knowing in his tone. I feel myself flushing even harder. Did he know? How long had he been waiting here?
“Sure. Pressure was good,” I answered half-heartedly, trying to move around him.
“You sure it was enough pressure? Got the job done?” I could feel my mouth fall open in both shock and unknowing how to answer. Does he know? Was I that obvious? Maybe he was really just being hospitable, and I’m the only one being dirty. “Wouldn’t want you to go to bed having had an unsatisfactory shower,” his whispers seemed to be going straight to my pent-up libido. A shiver ran through me, and this only seemed to satisfy him.
“I — I’m fine,” my words stammered out as my body trembled.
“You are?” He used that teacher tone when he knew you didn’t really study for something. Uncle Alex trailed his fingers down my arm, goosebumps rising behind his touch. My body more responsive to him than to me. “You don’t have to be so polite. Tell me if you didn’t get everything you needed out of the shower.” He moved his hand to my chin, tilting it up, forcing me to keep eye contact with him.