Jennifer Steele bolted upright in bed. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. When she could, air came in quick, hard gasps.
The dream always started the same. The past few nights it ended as she bested her attacker in a variety of ways. Knocking him down, kicking him in the nuts was empowering. She only wished the real-life incident had ended that way.
She glanced at the clock. Five-thirty a.m. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, ice-cold blood raced through her veins. She'd never get back to sleep, so she might as well make the most of the adrenaline. She slipped out of bed, donned running clothes and pulled her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail. She laced her shoes, grabbed her keys and jogged out the door.
Forty-five minutes later she returned, slick with perspiration but energised from the long run. She'd pushed her body to the limit, enjoying the response of her limber, lithe muscles. When she could fit it into her schedule, she worked out on the weight machines at the gym. Routinely increasing the weights gave her visible proof that she was gaining strength. At least she was stronger than she used to be.
Jen climbed into the shower, still pulsing with pent-up energy. She washed her hair then reached for the bar of soap. Dragging it over her body caused her nipples to pucker, and she paused there a moment. It'd been at least two weeks since she'd felt like touching herself, and suddenly she couldn't think of anything else.
She lathered up her breasts then returned the soap to its holder. Sudsy hands kneaded the firm mounds, twisting and tugging her nipples into tight nubs. She plucked both crimson peaks until she couldn't bear it any longer. One hand dropped between her legs, spreading her slick folds. She zeroed in on her aching clit. It's been too damn long.
The sensitive organ throbbed with her touch. Jen rubbed with a circular motion, increasing the pressure on her engorged clit. Pulsing jets sent hot water spraying on her rhythmically, adding to the sultry sensation. Her pace quickened along with her breathing, as she rubbed herself close to orgasm. Feels so good.
Driving two fingers into her drenched pussy, she thrust them in and out as the first waves of climax overtook her. She leaned against the tile wall, finger-fucking herself as she shuddered to completion. She gasped, catching her breath, and hurried to finish her shower before the hot water was gone.
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