The Velvet Curtain
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Inner Journey - Chapter 9 [Unfinished] [Old Story]
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 16:45:07 +0000 UTCIn her room, Laura felt as if her body was on fire. Aerobics had covered her body and drenched her clothes in sweat, and she wanted nothing more than a cold and refreshing shower. It wasn’t as if she had never done exercise before, but this specific class had made her feel utterly tired and hot.
When she looked at herself in the mirror once she had turned on the water in the shower, she was surprised to see that her face was nowhere near as red as she imagined it would be. Cocking her head, she raised a hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, catching on the thin strands of her hair, and though she was slick, she was oddly pale. She felt her forehead again, afraid she might have a fever, but although her body felt hot, her forehead did not feel any warmer than it should be. Shaking her head and attributing it to the morning exercise, she peeled her damp clothes off her slender body and tossed them onto the floor near the door.
When the water was a suitable lukewarm temperature, she opened the door and stepped inside. The relief was immediate, so much so that she gasped at the sensation and turned her head to the water to drink it. It was as if she had been so thirsty she had stopped noticing, and the water raining down on her body was relieving her of great distress. Her body covered in goosebumps and she shivered, each droplet of water falling on her skin sending sensitive pinpricks spiraling throughout her body.
After she was properly quenched, Laura grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount into her hand before lathering it and scrubbing her hair with it. She gasped and squeezed her legs together, feeling tingling spreading from her scalp all the way down to her crotch. She continued to scrub and the feeling intensified, and her mouth fell open as she was nearly overcome. A pulse was beginning between her legs, and every touch of her scalp reverberated there with increasing strength.
She let out a moan as she finished scrubbing, one of her hands dropping to brush against her bush for a moment before she turned around and let the water wash the soap out of her hair. She shivered, felt the water was too cold, and turned the knob warmer with closed eyes. As warmer water spilled out of the showerhead, the feeling of the drops on her head were like tiny knives of pleasure piercing her skull. Laura’s heartbeat increased, and she rubbed her legs together, catching her clitoris in the pressure as she washed.
One hand strayed toward her breasts as the other continued to rinse out soap, catching on one of her erect nipples and squeezing her breast. She began to massage herself, pushing and prodding, and letting her palm rub against her nipple over and over, each twinge sending an electric shock to her core. Her other hand dropped to her other breast and grabbed it as well, squeezing and pushing, every so often twisting her nipples and giving out a little cry as jolts of pleasure sent more blood to her clit.
She became more desperate in the massaging of her breasts, gasping and twisting her legs together as the feeling of orgasm came closer. Her pussy squeezed involuntarily once, and she held, and her eyes popped open as she realized what she was doing. Shaking her head, her mind cleared slightly, and she reached shakily for the body wash. She didn’t have time for another masturbation session, and after what she had done in public the night before, she didn’t think she deserved it. Even if she wanted it more than anything else.
Laura squeezed a generous amount of soap into her hand and began to rub it over her body. She gasped as the feeling of her body on fire pulsed every time she touched her own skin. It was a hot and wonderful fire, and she could feel herself slipping away. She tried to shake her head again and come back to herself, but her hands continued to rub soap on her abdomen, over her shoulders and around her breasts. The soap felt like it was tingling on her skin, and her pussy clenched again, surprising her. She moaned and her hands strayed ever further to her crotch, playing around her thighs and her ass as she rubbed soap there. Her skin tingled with a numbness that had all too much sensation.
Her hand finally brushed against her mound, and she pressed hard into the bone beneath the skin, moaning and twisting beneath the water. As her hand rubbed against the skin, the moderately thick hair she let grow there began to fall off, hair by hair, and swirled into the drain. She did not notice, but after a few minutes teasing the area with a hand, she was completely smooth. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she pushed out a hand for support against the wall as the pleasure that swept over her body, pulling her further into it, caught her off balance. With a loud and smoky moan, Laura rubbed the outside of her smooth lips for a moment before several fingers slipped inside.
Her body jerked at the sudden pressure, however light, against her clitoris. She nearly came then, but managed to hold herself back. She had never felt so good, and the water falling against her skin continued to make her body come alive with sensation.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, taking her hand off the wall to grab her breast and massage it again. In her hand, her breasts grew, pushing soft skin against her hand as they became large enough to just hold in her palm. “Ohhhh,” she groaned at the sensation, making a circular motion around her clitoris. Her vocal cords changed, the pitch of her voice lowering slightly into something smokier, and ever more sensual.
In her growing breasts, milk ducts formed, and a single drop of liquid fell from her swollen, erect nipples, though it was too wet for her to notice. She began to rock her hips against her hand, pushing her fingers roughly against her clit. It wasn’t enough for her anymore, and she began to feel an emptiness somewhere in her abdomen. Her stomach was hot, and for a moment she pictured it swollen, her belly button smoothing out into nothing. The picture sent her to her knees, positioning herself so she could stick her fingers into her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, beginning to thrust her fingers into herself, her warm depths smooth and sensitive. As she rocked into her fingers, a light green hue began to spread over her toes, pushing forth from her skin and replacing it with something smooth and firm. Slowly, her toenails faded to the same color, before completely disappearing into the same green material taking over her toes. From her pussy down to her feet and toes her body tingled, and she squeezed her feet as she humped her fingers.
“Yes, yes, yessyesyesyes.” Laura’s words began to slur together, faltering as all thoughts but fucking left her. Against her forearm, her clitoris swelled slightly, taking on a similar rich green hue as her toes. She groaned at the feeling of it pressing against her arm, shoving another two fingers into herself because two wasn’t enough. Between closed lids, her irises changed from a dark brown to a clear, rich green. “Oh, mmmmmfuck,” her sultry voice moaned as she jerked violently, desperate for release.
The water was too cold, so she reached up blindly and turned the knob all the way to hot. In a moment, hot water poured down on her, sending shoots of pleasure to her core. She could feel the pressure finally building in her, making her thrusts less rhythmic, and she moved as fast as she could in and out of herself. Her clitoris swelled again, pressing against her arm and covered in more nerves than ever before. She cried out at the sensation, feeling her hips jerk.
She was so close, and felt so empty. What she needed was a cock to fill her, to swell her stomach and make her cum. She imagined it in her mind, the picture switching between a man pounding into her and a part of herself doing the job, and now she moaned with every thrust into herself. She bounced on her hand, her breasts swinging heavily on her chest, leaking liquid. She felt her clitoris swelling again, filling with blood, and moaned loudly as the pressure became to much to handle and her vision went dark as she jerked forward and came, spraying on the bathroom floor with a huge release of pressure between her legs. Her body trembled and shook, her pussy squeezing her fingers as she rubbed the inside of herself, aftershocks bringing her similar amounts of pleasure each time. The aftershocks lasted several minutes, slowly decreasing in strength and frequency, until she lay curled up on the floor of the shower, her breathing slowing and her body tingling, the shower still falling on her smooth skin.
