thought, taking a deep breath. Nothing at all. He’s right. It is my body and I can touch it. That’s why it was designed to feel good.
“I know you want to touch the flesh between your legs and that’s so good. I get so much pleasure out of knowing I excite you. I know the water covers the parts of you that you want to touch, but you must make your hands soapy and slippery anyway. Do it for me since I can’t caress you myself. Rub the soap while I tell you what I’d like to be doing if I were there.”
Barbara picked up the soap and rubbed, closing her eyes as she did so.
“If I were there with you I would cup your beautiful breasts in my hands and lick the water off the tips with my rough tongue. I would suckle and lick, and maybe nip the erect tip from time to time with my sharp teeth. Can you feel me? I hope so. Don’t touch yourself, just rub the soap and imagine my teeth and lips and tongue. Imagine what they are doing and how they make you feel. Are you getting tight between your legs? Do you want to touch? That hunger is what I want you to feel. Think of how my fingers would feel touching your ribs, your sides, your belly. If you’re ticklish, I can touch you so it feels good, yet not make you laugh. I don’t want you to giggle right now, although laughter is wonderful. Do you want me to touch you?”
The erotic music and the man’s voice filled Barbara’s ears, penetrating to her soul. Yes, she admitted, she did want him to touch her.
“I can’t touch you, you know, and that makes me so sad. But you can touch all those places I cannot. Rub your palm over your belly. Scratch the skin on your sides. Now the insides of your thighs. Rub, caress, stroke. It’s your skin and it feels so good.”
Barbara had never touched herself like this before and it was a bit embarrassing. But it felt good and she didn’t really consider stopping.
“Move your fingers closer to the center of all that you need. You want to touch. Do you know how? Do you know what would feel good? Well, I do. It would feel good if you rubbed the wet, slippery place. Find that place and know the difference between the water and your own slippery juices. Feel that slick, slithery substance? Your body is making that to make it easier for me to penetrate you, but, of course, I cannot. But you can.
“Have you ever wondered what you feel like inside? Under the water, make sure your fingers have no soap left on them. Then slide one into your passage. Touch the slick walls, rub all the places you can and find out which feels the best. I would learn that if I were there. I would know when you moan or purr, when your hips move to take me in more deeply, when you become wetter and more slippery. I would know the secrets of your pleasure, and you know them now, too. Run your fingers over the outside folds. Use the other hand if you like the feel of that finger inside you.”
Barbara did have one finger inside her channel, in a place she had never touched before. It felt very good and she wanted more. She used the middle finger of her other hand to rub the deep crevices, moving from side to side, enjoying her own flesh.
“Have you found your clit? I would have by now. I would have rubbed up and down both sides, feeling the tight nub swell and reach for me. I would have put one finger on either side and rubbed. Oh, that does feel good, doesn’t it. I can almost see your back arch, your eyes close, and your mouth open. Put a second finger inside your body to fill it up, and a third if that feels good. Rub your clit and all the places that feel as good.”
Barbara was stroking her body, marveling at all the spots that gave her pleasure.
“If I were there, I would use my mouth now. No, it’s not a bad thing. It’s a beautiful experience. I would lick your clit, flick my tongue over the end, then wrap my lips around it and draw it into my mouth. Just a slight vacuum to suck it in and hold it while my tongue rubs the surface. Just don’t stop what you’re doing while I lick you.”
Barbara filled her pussy with her fingers and rubbed her clit, feeling the pressure in her belly. This was dirty, but so good. She didn’t want to stop, and she didn’t. The words and the music and the rubbing and the fullness inside all drove her higher. She felt something build deep in her belly, then suddenly waves of ecstatic pleasure spasmed through her.
“Oh, yes, my wonderful girl,” the voice said. “Make it feel so good.”
Barbara continued as the clenching subsided.
“I will not talk anymore, but leave you to the music and to your pleasure,” the voice said. “Until the next time.”
Oh,” Barbara said, panting. “Oh.”
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