Izzy Touches Herself
Izzy's hand never lingered on her pussy longer than what was needed. Her hands did just the bare minimum to keep herself clean and healthy. She always ignored her throbbing need. She was taught it was sin. They told her it would violate her purity. She didn't have much to show for it. She was a 30-year-old virgin stuck with the immature mind of a 20-year-old. That very thought made her angry; tears welled up in her eyes as the warm water trickled down her back. Her left hand remained on her pussy. Her right hand caressed her right breast, exploring her large eraser-tip nipples. It really felt good.
Despite her sudden change in thinking, something inside of her was just not ready to fully explore her pussy. This didn't feel like the right moment. If she was going to experience pleasure, she needed to make it special. Letting go out of anger in the shower was not what she wanted. Clearly she wasn't wanted by Marco; she didn't know how to make herself look attractive to anyone. The least she could do was make sure her first time with herself meant something. She sighed. She will abstain. But she kept her right hand on her nipple. She pinched it for the first time. A wave of absolute pleasure rocked through her whole body.
“Instead of masturbating, I need to think.”
As Izzy lathered her body with soap, the loofah caressed all of her curves. Then an idea came into the front of her innocent mind. This was probably her first sexually perverted thought ever. She set the showerhead to massage mode and felt the jet pulses hit her back. She walked away from the shower, feeling the pulses work their way down. Then they gently slapped against her soft and full butt. Her hands traveled back. Touching, exploring… then she bent over. The pulses began to hit the crack of her ass. She instinctually spread her cheeks and moved her body in such a way that the shower jets were at her pussy.
Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her body. She felt nothing like this before, and she didn't care how she looked right now in this position. Owning her pleasure was her only priority.
“Live for once. Don't chastise yourself.” Her inner dialogue justifying her behavior.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, and it was hard to stand. She gasped as the jets of water caressed her folds. This was her new version of heaven. This was the only heaven that mattered.
And then she heard a frantic knock on the bathroom door. It was her mother. She was panicked. “Honey! Are you ok!? You didn't answer your phone, and we didn't know where you were!”
Izzy's eyes shot open. Her left eye twitched, being jarred away from the most pleasurable experience of her life. She let out a low, guttural, unearthly growl under her breath. Whatever inhuman resonance could be heard was covered by the cascade of water in the shower. Her peace shattered, and that quiet rage that had subsided welled up again. She would have to tend to her needs later. She needed to get out of this place.
Izzy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. “I should get out of this place,” she thought to herself.
As if a switch flipped, she composed herself. She masked her real feelings. She prepared to speak in her normal voice. But before she could say a word, her mom knocked more frantically.
“Izzy!? Answer me!” The 10 seconds it took Izzy to compose herself was not fast enough.
“I'm fine, Mother,” she said, masking her real anger.
“No, you are not; you left the church. That's ungodly!”
Izzy could no longer maintain her composure. She slipped. Her voice deepened in annoyance.
“Mom, leave me alone. I'm in the shower.” That was the wrong move.
“Don't you DARE talk to me like that in my house!” Her mom yelled, practically screaming.
Izzy took a deep breath as she rolled her eyes. She impulsively decided to set her plan in motion. She was a 30-year-old woman, and her mom was scolding her like a teenager. Izzy wasn't having it anymore.
“FINE, I will move out of YOUR house,” Izzy's voice bellowed; there was weight and conviction behind her response. She never talked to anyone this way. She never spoke this loud before in her life. It was liberating.
Her mother never heard anything like this come from another human. It sounded animalistic, dark, dare she say demonic. What she heard was unnerving. Unnatural. It was far from the God she knew.
She dare not challenge whatever got into her daughter. She gasped as her hand rose to her mouth out of shock. From Izzy's point of view, whatever happened on the other side of the door, things had grown silent. Izzy could finish her shower in peace. Her pussy throbbed with approval. She smiled a wide grin. She was going to move out so she can masturbate in her own apartment.