Jesus, Christ, I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Five glorious weeks. It was a beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn't take away any of my excitement with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their day's work.

A half hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body in the mirror. For twenty-six years of age I was looking pretty damn good. My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt.

The thought of fucking, of having a nice, hard cock buried, no, slamming inside my cunt hole was enough to make the juices start oozing. Closing my eyes, I pressed my hand to my pussy and guided a finger to my wet gash. I moaned softly, to myself, as I grazed over the erect nub of my throbbing clitoris. After a moment I walked into the bathroom. I was hot and sweaty from the trip home from work and a cool shower was what I needed most.

Bending over, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Stepping into the stall I closed the curtain and then stood under the cascading water.

The cold water splashing down on me sent shivers racing up and down my spine. My nipples were hard and puckered, throbbing with desire. Standing under the water, I caressed one soft mound in my hand, gently squeezing the turgid tip. At the same time, I reached down and gently stroked my wet pussy.

When I finally felt sufficiently cooled off I turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs wide and unwrapped the towel. I looked down the length of my body, watching my tits rise and fall with each breath. Below that lay my dark tuft of pussy hair.