Shower the Kitty

Sophie stands in the shower, water sliding down her body, steam curling around her hips. She lets it run hot, then trails her fingers lower, spreading herself open with slow, deliberate strokes. She watches her own hand work, eyes half-closed, breath catching every time her clit answers her touch. The spray hits her shoulders and trickles between her breasts, but her focus stays between her legs. She rubs harder, faster, chasing the throb that builds and tightens. Her free hand braces against the wall as her knees give, just slightly, when the first rush of pleasure hits. She doesn’t stop. She keeps rubbing, keeps riding it out until her thighs shake and her lips part around a soft, shaky moan. Then she slows, easing her fingers back, letting the water rinse away what her body gave up.