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As you reach for your bathsponge,your hands brushes over a nylon exfoliating glove that was given for your Christmas, thus far unused. You imagined that your eyes, opened now at the unexpected and unfamiliar encounter, take on a glint of playful mischief as You abandon the loofah in favor of this new thing, grinning at the rough texture. Enjoying the tease of your own crazy thoughts, you drop the glove back in its place and take the softer scrubber to bathe with, nearly chuckling aloud at your forming plans.

You delight the delicate scent of pear that wafts to your nostrils. Lathering your upper arms first,you present your profile to the showerhead and begin to bathe yourself, one limb at a time, turning to scrub your other side as well. Your belly and posterior are treated to the same gentle, thorough attention before You turn your back to the stream once more, sighing and giving silent thanks again to your endless water heater. You glide the lubricated sponge slowly up your stomach, dragging it between your lovley breasts, and then over, caressing the upper reaches of your chest with it.

Slowly, you bring the sudsy loofah up once more, no longer tracing the center of your torso but deliberately grazing your sensitive, tender breasts; left, then right. The teasing rub over such delicate peaks draws another soft gasp from my lips, yet you do not stop the gentle play, alternating from one turgid breast to the other, feeling yet more warmth flood your body from the depths of your sex.

Suddenly, You press the roughened scrubber into your tingling, heightened nipples, using your fingertips to pinch at the stiffened nubs through the bathing sponge. With a soft groan at the tiny jolts of pleasure, Your hand lowers again, quickly now. That first contact of your bare mound and the soaped loofah makes your gasp again; the recently relaxed muscles in your lower back tensing instantly when your spine arches, just a touch. You part your thighs a bit and rub down lower, skating the grooved sponge carefully over your outer lips, for now resisting the growing urge within you, to do more than bathe ^^.

What do you choose now?

• Turn to old water?
• continue!