Elsa Jean in the bath
The water in the bath was warm, but it couldn’t compare to the heat radiating from Elsa Jean’s delicate body. She lay back, her head resting on the edge of the tub, gazing up at the ceiling. The steam from the water created a hazy atmosphere, making everything feel dreamlike. Elsa had a mischievous glint in her light blue eyes.
Elsa’s slim figure was adorned with small, pert breasts that seemed to defy gravity as they bobbed gently in the water. Her pink nipples were hard from the warmth of the bath and her own arousal. Her breasts were topped with creamy white skin, flawless except for a small freckle just above her left nipple. The rest of her body was equally flawless, her toned stomach giving way to her bare pussy nestled between her smooth thighs.
As she lay there, totally nude and exposed, Elsa’s hand began to wander. She dragged her fingers down her flat stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her heart started to beat faster as she neared her pussy. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the tension that had been building in her body.
Elsa was never one for the proper or modest. Her catholic schooling had done nothing to quell her natural curiosity and desire to explore her body. At 19, she was already quite experienced, both with herself and others. But learning new ways to please herself was always a fun adventure.
With a sigh, she allowed her fingers to dip between the lips of her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal clear as the water lapped at her slit. She spread her legs further apart, enjoying the way it stretched her hole. Her fingers began to move faster, sliding through her wet folds.
“Fuck,” Elsa moaned, her hips starting to buck up against her hand. The pleasure began to build inside her, her clit throbbing under her skilled fingers. She slipped a finger inside her tight hole, imagining it was something else, something bigger. She curved her finger up, rubbing against her g-spot, and that’s when it hit her.
With a loud gasp, Elsa began to cum. Her juices mixed with the water, turning it cloudy. Her body shook and quivered as she rode out her orgasm, her hips twitching and grinding against her hand.
But she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. Elsa had never been a one and done type of girl. She needed more. She wanted to explore every sensation, every taboo she could imagine. Her eyes drifted down to the water, and a thought occurred to her.
Elsa stood up in the tub, water cascading down her body. She ascended the steps, dripping onto the floor. She walked over to the toilet, and sat down on the cold porcelain. Her legs were shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she ignored that. Her mind was focused on what she was about to do.
She took a deep breath, and let it out. It was now or never. With a small smile on her lips, she started to piss. At first it was slow, but then it picked up speed. As she emptied her bladder, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. It was a taboo act, but it felt so incredibly right.
After finishing, she stood up and walked back to the bath. She took one last look in the mirror, admiring her reflection. She had crosses all over her body from the steam, making her look like a sacrilegious goddess. With a laugh, she got back in the bath.
The warm water felt good against her skin now. She lay back, her eyes closing. Her mind was a whirlpool of naughty thoughts, and she loved it. Elsa Jean was a naughty, dirty girl. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
