Spring Walk....

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Susan so needed to get laid. As she strolled through the garden of her estate, which she had inherited from her late father nearly 3 months ago, she realized that it had been almost a year since she'd had sex. The break up that she had been through with Brad when she busted his sorry ass in bed screwing her best friend, had been bitter and cruel to her heart, so she had been all to happy, and even relieved, to move back in to be with her father as soon as she found out he was ill.
She walked along down by the path, deeply inhaling the scents that that floated all around her. The lilies were in full bloom, and there were beds of lavender growing all over, nearly every flower that could come to your mind were somewhere within view, and it was truly an incredible relaxing view. The birds were singing the songs of mid-spring, and the temperature was perfect. Susan decided to go back up to the house and take a long bath.
The mansion had been built by daddies great great grandpa knelt 120 years before, it was three stories high, and had always been keep impeccably managed, and even modernized with some of the latest interior design comforts, especially all of the bathrooms.
Susan went to her spacious bedroom, took off her dress, and put on her black, silk bathrobe. She walked inter her personal bathroom, it was nearly as big as some of the houses that she had gone to with her college friends to visit during break times. She turned on the water to the 5 foot by 8 foot, marble bathtub that stood before her and put several cap full of her milk and honey bathing oil into the running water so that it would be spread throughout the water. She took off her robe and hung it on the rack near the giant mirrors that stood above the dressing table in her bathroom and stared at the image that looked back at her in the mirror. She stood 5 foot 11 inches tall, had 32 DD breast, her hair was a sandy blond, and ran down to nearly her butt, her stomach was flat, and always had been thanks to her parents wonderful genes. Her skin was tanned from the years of living in California during and after college, but it was as soft as silk because her mother had taught her how important it was for a woman to care for herself, especially if no one else was. Her areolas were a dark pink color, nearly as large as the width of a nectarine, and her nipples were a light brown color, and were almost the same width as her pinky finger. She pulled all of her glowing hair up into a loose bun so as to not get it wet in the tub, and she looked at the slope of her stomach as it come to her pubic hairs, they were always nearly as soft as the hair on her head, because she took special care to keep them lotioned, waxed, and trimmed to a lady-like length. They nearly made a heart shape that hid her clitoris and vagina. She giggled at the thought of that. She turned and looked at her finely sculpted butt in the mirror, the one that all of her friends said looked like it had been made professionally, one made from squeezing, and there in the mirror was a purt, rounded, muscular ass. Her legs were long and tanned, like all of the rest of her body, and she has little feel and toes so cute that all of her friends used to ask her if they could but them from her. She laughed. She shook her head at herself and thought that she had better find someone to have some fun with soon, because her wild mind was beginning to get away with her. She went over to the tub and turned the water off, she stuck her big toe inside to make sure that the water hadn't gotten too hot, and finding it acceptable, she slid inside the huge tub right up to her neck. Every ounce of stress left her body and she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She began rubbing the bubbles into her breast, around and around in circles, then she took the bathing cloth from the side of the tub, poured a generous amount of body wash on it, and began rubbing it over her shoulders, then moved again to her breast, her nipples perked up and when she rubbed across it with the cloth it sent shivers down to her vagina, instantly making her hot and wet. Her eyes closed from the pleasure of it. She kept running the cloth over her nipples, and the shivers kept running between her legs like little jolts of electricity, she ran her hand down her stomach and bumped her clit, and suddenly a lot moan escaped her lips, she kept rubbing the little ball around in a circular motion, sometimes changing to an up and down motion, and then she sank two of her fingers deeply inside if her vagina, her breathing became labored, and she kept making a rocking motion, running her fingers from her clit down deeply inside of her vagina, the rocking motion becoming faster and more urgent, she was gasping and moaning so loud if any of the maids were upstairs, they would know exactly what she was doing, but she didn't care. Her clit was swollen as tightly as it could get, and even under water she could feel the juices flowing from her vagina. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and fingers, and kept up the rhythm she had reached, moaning and gasping her vagina began to spasm, and within seconds she began to orgasm so hard that all she could do was scream, for what seemed like half of an hour the wave of orgasms kept exploding through her body like the feeling of a comforting drug, and finally they subsided. She laid in the bath completely exhausted, with a beautifully huge smile on her face, and decided that tomorrow she would go shopping for a few new dresses, and hit the clubs in town to find herself a love slave!

~Mz. Erotic~