"Got to stop… ohhh, damn me… why am I thinking these things anyhow?" She sucked in a deep lungful of air. "I'm almost twenty. I'm too old to play with myself." She got a washrag soapy and squatted to cleanse her cunt in the usual way. Her cuntlips were slightly parted to expose some of the glistening inner surfaces. That way when she squeezed the soapy water onto her body, it dribbled over the hidden folds and cleaned them. But this time as the hot water did its job, Jane had the most irresistible urge to soap herself with a finger.

"Maybe I'm not getting clean enough the old way," she breathed in the stillness of the room. Soaping three fingers, she touched them gingerly to the pink inner surfaces of her labia. A thrill burst through her as she smoothed the suds up and down, up and down. "Then, that should do it… not too much… ohhh, God, not too much!"

She was shaking again, breathing irregularly. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"I can't touch myself any longer," she gasped at last, jerking her fingers from between the swelling lips of her pussy. She was trembling all over. She grabbed the rubber shampoo sprayer and fit the end onto the spigot and turned the water on. Then she began to use the force of the spray to wash the soap out of her pussy. But she'd thought this might take care of her hygiene without exciting her further, it worked just the opposite. The needle-fine spray stung her clit and immediately it burst free from its protective hood. Before her eyes, Jane watched it thicken and lengthen. She'd never paid such close attention to her own anatomy before and it amazed her to watch the changes take place.

The warm water shot against the dainty petals round her clit. When she moved the hose so that the force of the water varied, her thighs went rigid and she seemed to want to tense every muscle, to make herself tremble by holding her breath.