There's something beautiful about when any of us take showers. For most of us, when we take a shower in our home or in a safe place; it's a beautiful intimate moment that equalizes us all. Oh sure, some of us have better looking and larger size showers than others, some of us have better shampoo and conditioners than others, and some of us have a longer series of steps we have to perform in there to look better. But for the most part, taking a shower is that special time in the day where we get naked, and do what we have to do get cleaner and potentially look better. Your electronic devices stay behind, your clothes remain either outside the bathroom or at least outside of the shower area, and pretty much all traces of how rich or poor you are, are gone. It's typically just you and your naked body all alone. It's a place where you don't have to complete any school or work assignments, a place where you don't have to deal with peer pressure or bullying, a place where you're not judged for your life choices, and a place where you are free to completely be yourself.

My name is Maya Hart, and ever since I was very little I loved taking showers. Like any little girl, I started with baths. But unlike some children who for some odd reason have difficulty switching over to showers, I found showers to be the most soothing and relaxing thing I ever experienced. Yes, baths are nice since they give you the relaxing feeling of water all around your body. But something about warm shower water hitting your naked body in multiple places at once felt wonderful to me early on. It's kind of like a massage when you think about it. All of those fast moving water droplets hitting you all at once can kind of feel like tons of wet little fingers hitting against and relaxing your body. It's almost like a warm hug that surrounds you for a long period of time.

But in hindsight, I wonder if I liked showers from a young age due to how taking a warm shower is kind of sexual when you think about it. I mean like I said, all that warm water feeling like wet little fingers hitting you all at once. I mean feeling like your hair is being touched by warm fingers is no issue; as most people have experienced someone touching their hair. But at a young age, when you feel your nipples, your vagina, and your butt hit by something warm for the first time, and you realize how good it feels... it's kind of like a sexual awakening before you actually experience a sexual awakening. Warm water shooting out of a shower head and hitting your naked body is a funny little thing.

However at age eight, I began to have a little more fun with my shower head. One day during the summer, I fell in the wet grass and got very muddy. I then went home and began to shower to clean myself off. But for anyone who has gotten seriously muddy before, you know that sometimes it takes a little extra effort to get the mud out. So I reached up and grabbed the movable shower head, so I could shoot the water at my harder to reach places. Handheld movable shower heads are kind of interesting if you really look at them. They look kinda like alien snakes, with their long silver tails attached to the wall, and a strange head with many dark eyes. But then I brought the special head towards my vagina and suddenly experienced a major surprise.

Shoom! A concentrated blast of water hit my vagina, and a feeling of pleasure overtook me. I had never felt something like this before. It was like the happy feelings I got when I saw many presents under the tree on Christmas, hugging my best friend, eating tons of ice cream, and that tingling feeling you get when your leg is asleep ALL AT ONCE! I moved the shower head away and the pleasurable feeling stopped. I moved the shower head back towards my vagina and the happy feelings began again. I began to quickly love how this shower head was making my vagina feel. I began to wonder if the feeling could increase if my vagina opened up a bit more. So I used my free hand to play with the opening of my vagina, and my pleasure increased even more. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the day I discovered self-pleasure.

From then on, taking daily showers was something I looked forward to. When some young people hit puberty, their parents have to encourage them to bathe more. But for me, that was no issue. Taking a shower was the most consistently enjoyable part of my day. It was a simple routine. I'd walk into the shower, quickly wash my hair first, then grab that shower head, lean back, and point it at my vagina and let the pleasure commence for about 10-20 minutes. My mom never knew what I was doing in the shower. As I became a teenager, I quickly understood what masturbation was, but was always afraid to do it in my room. In your room, you can get caught in the act. Or at the very least, your parent can begin to suspect something is up when they see you have many extra tissues in the trash can which you used to clean yourself up with, or your parent can see the full evidence if you leave wet marks on your bed. But in the shower, it's a completely safe place. You're alone, your parents never check in on you in there, and if something does come out of you, the water from the shower can quickly help erase the evidence.

Then when I was sixteen, our shower head broke. Not from my doing. The top of the pipe was old, and the whole thing just needed to be replaced. I had to wait a week for a new shower head. I remembered when I watched my mom taking apart the shower head and throwing it in the trash can. I wanted to keep it for sentimental reasons. I had experienced so many wonderful memories with that shower head. Seeing that first lover of mine tossed in the trash hurt, but it hurt even more that I had to act un-fazed by it, since acting emotional about it would of course cause my mom to start asking some difficult questions. I waited a week for the new shower head to come in the mail. I took baths everyday, and while it was a decent relaxing change of pace, I missed the wonderful experience of taking a shower.

Then the day came when the new shower head arrived. My mom installed the new shower head, and soon after I carefully and cautiously gave this new partner of mine a chance. As I turned on the shower, the first thing I realized was the shower head was a bit bigger, allowing for more amounts of water to surround me. I was decently pleased with the shower head, but then noticed something new. This handheld movable shower head had a little knob on the side. I turned the knob, and then realized with just the slightest turn, I could control how concentrated the stream of water would get when it shot out of shower head. I could have the water remain widely spread out, or have it be more concentrated.

I then decided it was time to give this new partner of mine a chance to show me what it could really do. I brought the shower head to my vagina, and had it shoot water at me. Immediately, I felt a very pleasing feeling over-take me. But then I turned the knob on the shower head and had the blast of water coming out of it become as concentrated as possible. Suddenly it was like a power-hose shooting a very narrow stream of warm water hitting my womanhood. And OH MY GOD, did it feel amazing. The size of the stream of water was like the size of a man's penis, so the warm water literally felt like a man's penis penetrating me. It as also rough and pushing hard into me. You see the secret truth about when women pleasure themselves is: they're never that rough on themselves. However this jet of water hitting me was not gentle. It was pushing against my private region so hard, and it felt so wonderful. I orgasmed so quickly. I was upset the experience had been so short. So I showered again a few hours later, experimenting with how I could point the shower head at my vagina from different angles. It quickly became apparent. Despite how special that first shower head had been to me, this new shower head was the ultimate sex partner and indeed: the ultimate love of my life.

A few more years passed, and eventually I found the actual love of my life: Josh Matthews. He was the uncle of my best friend, and just a bit older than me. But when I turned 18, and our relationship could finally be legal, we celebrated my birthday with some crazy sex. We made out on the couch, in the kitchen, on the washing machine, on my bed, and yes: in the shower. However as Josh made love to me in the shower, as I felt him press his naked body against my own nude form, I couldn't help but look up at my shower head and feel like it was watching me. And as my human sex partner push the head of his penis into my body, I couldn't help but look up at the head of my other sex partner, and feel like I was experiencing a three-way.

Eventually me and Josh got married. And yes, having sex became a regular part of our lives. But very quickly, I told Josh that I wanted to take showers by myself. I didn't give him a reason, but explained to him I preferred to do them alone. What I didn't tell him though was that it was because I still wanted to play with my shower head every morning. And yes, even though we had moved into a new place with a new shower, I brought my special shower head with me. Josh didn't know why, and didn't care, and I'm glad he didn't ask questions. Even though I couldn't live without Josh, I couldn't live without my special shower head either. And yes, sex with Josh was great. He was a perfect sex partner. But I couldn't live with my other sex partner either. It felt like I was having an ongoing affair. It was essentially my shower head affair. I felt so guilty about it though, and felt like I couldn't tell Josh about it.

Then one morning, while I was in the middle of playing with my partner: the shower head, Josh stepped in trying to surprise me. And as he stepped in, I turned to look at him with a scared face. I felt like I had just been caught doing a terrible crime. I felt like Josh had caught me cheating on him, and was worried this was going to ruin our marriage. But then everything got better when Josh smiled and said, "So that's why you like to shower alone. Hey, it's fine if you like to do that alone. I still sometimes have little Josh have some fun with Mr. Hand from time to time." And in that moment, I smiled too and said, "Well Mr. Hand isn't going to have fun with Little Josh tonight if Miss Palm gets to him first." I then grabbed Josh's penis with my right hand, as I continued to use my left hand to hold the shower head near my vagina. Josh then put his own two hands on my butt and then kissed me on the lips. It was simply a beautiful moment. It was a moment where my husband showed he was willing to accept me just as the odd woman I was. He was a man that didn't mind the fact that I was having an affair with my shower head, just as I didn't care if he was having an affair with his hand. We were two silly, confused people just trying to get through life together, and that's all that mattered... Well that, and now having sex together in the shower kinda felt like we were having a foursome now, and that's pretty hot. ;)

THE END