Dirty

She says she feels dirty and steps under the hot spray. Water runs over her bare skin, steam curling around her shoulders. She reaches for the soap, runs her hands across her breasts, down her stomach, and keeps going. Her fingers slip between her thighs and the feeling changes. Now the dirtiness is deliberate, and it feels better. The shower still hisses around her as she leans against the tiles and works her clit in slow, steady circles. Her breathing quickens. She spreads her legs wider, blonde hair plastered to her neck, and keeps stroking until her hips start to push forward. Every so often she lets a soft moan slip out, louder when she slips two fingers inside and fucks herself with them. Her other hand stays busy on her clit, rubbing in tight, quick passes. The water keeps running, but she isn’t washing anything anymore. She’s chasing the edge, mouth open, thighs shaking. She comes with a sharp gasp, body jerking against the wall, then stays there a moment longer, fingers still moving lazily while the last tremors pass.