Victoria stepped into the warm, soothing bathwater and sighed in contentment. She leaned back against the edge of the tub, her body folding gracefully as she stretched out her legs. The tension in her muscles began to dissipate, melting away with each passing moment.
As she relaxed, another thought occurred to her - it had been quite some time since she'd had an intimate moment with herself. Moving further into the water, Victoria reached down between her legs and gently stroked her soft skin through her panties. It wasn't long before she was once again lost in the sensations that her own hands could provide.
Feeling more daring, Victoria reached behind herself and began to unclasp her bra. With a soft moan, she slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the lacy garment fall to the floor. Nudity was something that Victoria was quite accustomed to, but the feeling of vulnerability - or perhaps a thrill from the anticipation - sent shivers down her spine.
Brushing aside thoughts of shame or fear, Victoria placed one hand firmly on her flat stomach and the other just below her bellybutton. Slowly, she began to slide her fingers lower, moving in a steady rhythm that matched the pulsing beat of her heart.
The warm water lapped against her body as she slid her fingers lower still, teasing the sensitive folds between her legs until they were coated in her own moisture. Victoria groaned softly, the pleasure building deep within her. She moved one hand lower still and began to rub against her clit, her other hand still just below her navel.
As she increased the pressure and speed of her touch, Victoria could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Her breathing quickened, hitching slightly as she neared her climax. And then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, the intense pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, sending her soaring into ecstasy.
Groaning loudly, Victoria arched her back and threw her head back, relishing in the intensity of the moment. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of her stomach and she shuddered, feeling the traces of her orgasm lingering beneath the surface.
As she caught her breath, Victoria realized that she was slightly ashamed by the erotic display she'd just put on for herself. But the feeling was quickly replaced by curiosity - if she could find such pleasure in shitting herself, perhaps there were others out there who shared her inclination. Perhaps there was someone she could share these intimate moments with after all...
