Shower With a View

My friends and I shared a rental house high on a hillside above an incredible blue harbor. My room was on the ground floor facing east and the hillside was steep. There was nothing blocking the view to the harbor below. My bathroom  was one room on the corner with a large open window in the shower and a large door that opened up to the view of the harbor below. For the seven days that we stayed there, I think I had at least 10 showers, but none compared to that last morning.

The first thing that I always noticed in the morning, when the light filtering in through windows was shifting from blue to a deep orange, was the sound of the birds. They were my early morning companions. The thought of sharing a shower with them in the open air ran through my mind. What better way to say goodbye?

Padding over to the bathroom naked, I opened the door and stood watching the sunrise and listening to the songbirds singing. Naturally, I started to feel the warmth of the moment, a sense of wonder took over. I left the door open and it was almost like having an outdoor bathroom. I was totally alone and I knew that none of my friends would be up, yet. No one could see me from outside. It was just me and the beauty of the island. I stood under the warm water in the shower, letting it wet me all over.

The funk of the night before faded with the morning sun. A familiar tingling crept in and it occurred to me there really was no better way to enjoy this moment alone than to create a memory with an orgasm. 

I truly don’t think this way every morning nor does it happen every day, but maybe an orgasm is like throwing a coin in the Fountain of Trevi... a guarantee of a happy return. At the least, it would be a happy departure.

The shower was equipped with a wand, so it seemed natural to start there. I lowered it and let the tiny jets of water pelt my mons like a warm massage, moving slowing down to my labia and then alternating between the two. It’s such a different feeling than anything else, so I enjoyed doing that for what seemed like very long time, eyes closed and loving the warm, wet massage. There was definitely no hurry. 

I decided to alternate between washing and stoking the fire I had started below. First my hair, then more of the wand on my sensitive, puffy labia. Very tingly now. Another wash of the hair and a rinse...more shower massage.

Soaping my upper body took a little longer. The smooth soft skin of my breasts needed more attention than normal.  My hands slid easily around, under, and over my breast. My fingers rubbed my firm nipples, softly pinching and pulling them. But now there was some impatience building.

After washing my upper body, I spread myself open for the wand to continue it’s magic. The first blast of the jets of water was jarring and I jumped, laughing out loud, then did it again with more careful aim, slowly moving the harder streams of water around the outer and inner lips, then letting them brush my clit, but not too directly. Mmmm now I was getting somewhere. I felt the welling up inside, my breathing becoming faster and a little irregular. But it wasn’t time yet. 

I finished washing and rinsing my buns, legs and feet, then one more round with the shower massage to bring me back close, but not letting myself reach the top. I turned the shower off, picked up my towel and walked to the open door, naked and dripping wet. This was going to my moment alone. Just my fingers, nature, and me. 

The towel? Habit really. Just there for modesty if someone happened to walk around the corner of the house. I dropped it by the door and stepped just outside the door on the rear patio and took a standing position, knees apart and slightly bent, opening myself for my hands to finish what I had started in the shower.

The sun was above the horizon now and the crystal blue green color of the Caribbean harbor below was stunning, intoxicating. There was movement in a few of the sailboats in the harbor, but they were too far away to see me without binoculars and even then, I was ok with giving a few select boaters a nice show.

My fingers picked up where the shower massage left off, but with more finesse. I let out a long sigh of pleasure as my soft fingertips rubbed circles around and over my clit. Then there were moans as I inserted a finger inset my wet pussy, eyes closed and I was so close that I didn’t want to stop. I opened my eyes and took in everything my senses could offer...sights, sounds, smells, and the building orgasm inside of me. It will never fade from memory.  My best moment alone, so far.