Absent-mindedly I reached down with my right hand and started to stroke my vagina… something I normally do when I am nervous and alone. (It helps ca...m my nerves). I began to let my mind wander, as I let my body slide down the tile wall and onto the damp shower floor. I sat in the corner of the shower, so as to still stay warm but not let the pouring water interfere with my imagination. I let my index and middle finger gently stroke the tip of my clitoris, and I continued to pleasure myself.. For the last couple of days, Dom had stewed over the whole incident. He had turned a nonexistent molehill into a ridiculously large mountain. When he’d seen Lani in the airport, it was like he’d been punched in the stomach, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He’d been so . . . pleased. But that pleasure had jolted him and made him realize that Lani was getting close, she was getting through all the walls he usually had up. He’d built the walls for emotional survival and had let very few. I rub my hand up and down your back. I can feel you start to relax as my hand rubs your back. I reach for the hem of your top. I feel you tense again. I whisper, “You are so beautiful. I want to see more of you.” You relax with my calming words and lift your arms over your head. I lift your top over your head. I see you are wearing a black lace bra with holes for your nipples. I sigh, “You have beautiful breasts, doll.” I lean down and lick your nipples. I feel you shudder as my tongue. I first caught a glimpse of her as we passed each other in the hallway. She was shorter than me, blond, with bluish green eyes full of mischief. Her breasts were full, their plump tops peeking out the v cut in her shirt. Her hips and ass were equally curved. She smiled and winked, I quickly stared at the floor when I realized she caught me staring. The day passed with the dull recovery classes and meeting, dragging by until I got ready for one of the activities the recovery center set up, a.