Chapter 7
The first stop she made was by her own home. She felt she needed a change of clothes and a more thorough bath, before resuming her door to door venture. It seemed as though she reeked of sex, her body inundated with the smell of passion.
She put some of the Tahitian Cove bubble bath into the tub as the water ran. Its beckoning aroma had her settling into the caressing foam even before the tub was filled. After a couple of minutes, she turned off the water and lay back, her hands soothing the bubbles over her tits, her fingers massaging the froth into her wiry bush. She wanted to press that fragrance into her skin, to imbed it into her pores. She wanted to smell sexy, look sexy, be sexy. And she was starting to feel very, very sexy already. If she soaked long enough in the bubble bath, she would be horny and ready for a man, or men, whether she knew his name before or after a hot fuck.
Of course, she decided as her wanton thoughts swam in her brain. There was indeed a culprit, something insidious to blame for her loss of control. That damned Tahitian Cove. It played on her senses, urging her to want to fuck and be fucked. To hell with what Tony had said.
She knew exactly what was causing her perverse actions, and she was bathing in it.
Closing her eyes, she let her hands turn her on. It would be safer to frig herself off right there at home than to go out horny. And anyway, she was too hot now to do anything but satisfy her aching cunt.
The feel of her own silken, wet skin tantalized her. Her nipples firmed under her soft caress, the hard nubs kissing her fingers. As she touched her clit, it pulsated, bobbing in and out of its protective sheath. She teased it with her fingernail, shuddering at the slight pain. Yet her ass began to squirm, and her clit peeked out again for more attention, no matter what kind it got.
Writhing, the horny girl thrust three fingers into her pussy-hole and ground the heel of her hand against her clit. Groaning, she arched her back, trying to finger fuck herself even more deeply, imitating as well as she could a penetrating cock.
With her other hand, she reached around under her squirming asscheeks, seeking out her dainty asshole. She poked one finger into the taut hole, then two, and finally a third. Sucking in her breath, she grimaced, biting her lip. The pain was exquisite, enticing. The added pressure increased her pleasure, and she began frigging both fuck-holes in an urgent manner.
While it wasn't equal to the screwing that Chris and Ross had given her, it would do quite well.
The water sloshed around her wriggling body, splashing against the sides of the tub, sending droplets of fragrance sprinkling her here and there. Her needful gyrations stirred up the aroma of the bubble bath, making the odor that much more potent. In turn, her frigging markedly increased, causing some of the water to splash out of the tub.
She was panting, her pink tipped white tits jiggling as she finger fucked herself. Putting more pressure on her clit, she bounced up and down in the tub. She was wet all over, bubbles dotting her nakedness and adding to the alluring picture she made. Her red hair was wet, stuck to her head and neck, stringing across her shoulders, adding color to her pale figure.
"Ohhhh," she moaned deeply. "Oh, God. God!"
She was almost there, nearing that lovely pinnacle of rapture with each stroke of her knowledgeable fingers. Her body was responding to her frigging as though she were getting fucked. Her pussy was slimy with her juice, and she could smell her excitement over the odor of the bubble bath.
Working her palm even more harshly against her clit, the girl began to shudder in orgasmic release. Another stroke, two, and then she came.
"Unhnnnnn!" she growled in fulfillment.
It was a short climax, but a nice one. She kept her fingers and palm moving until it was through, then sighed and resumed her bath.
She let the fragrant water out of the tub. While it drained, she attached the short shower hose to the faucet, the one she used when she wanted to wash her hair. She turned the water on, adjusting it to a lukewarm spray, and began rinsing herself of the bubble bath, intending to flush the Tahitian Cove scent from her skin before it could do its evil work again.
The spray was doing what she wanted; the aroma was quickly fading. She got on her hands and knees, rinsing her cunt and ass, the water like a million little needles against her tender fuck-holes. Her asscheeks flexed, rolling of their own free will. As she let the water shoot against her tender cunt and asshole, she realized that she would have to cum once more before she could be safe from the Tahitian Cove mystique.
Balancing herself on her knees and one hand, she sprayed her eager cuntlips and asshole with the scintillating water. Some of the water was shooting up inside her fuck-holes, tormenting her further. But it was the torment that she craved, what she needed more than anything else.
She wanted to have the water more directly on her pussy, so she quickly changed positions.
Once more lying on her back, she put her legs up on either side of the tub. She spread her cuntlips apart, exposing her anxious clit and held the hose so that its spray bore down on her tender pussy.
Her body began to vibrate, her clit cringing under the brazen assault. Her shitter and cunthole winked, opening and closing as though trying to trap the tingling streams of water. She flailed her head, her asscheeks undulating jerkily. She was being rushed headlong into an orgasm, and she forced herself to hurry toward it.
"Eeeaaahhhh!" she screamed, lunging.
Keeping the water aimed at her spasming cunt, the girl began rubbing her clit, exciting her pussy all the more. The stabbing spray hit her wherever her fingers left her cunt exposed, blending with her purposeful frigging to heighten her ecstasy. She was determined not to quit until her voracious hunger was well fed.
She came again and again, her cries filling the small room. Writhing and twisting, she treated herself to all the pleasure she could stand, in a sense becoming a slave to her masterful manipulations. The water stung her, the feel of it contrasting perfectly with the softness of her stroking fingers. Sometimes she would hide her clit from the forceful spray, and at others she would spread her cuntlips wide so that the stream would nearly bruise her. And when the pleasure threatened to turn to agony, she tossed away the hose and lay there, wet, satiated, and trembling.
Slowly, she sat up and turned off the faucets. After she squeezed the excess water from her hair, she got out of the tub and began drying herself.
Maybe it wasn't the Tahitian Cove fragrance, after all, she thought, dazed by what she had done to herself. Maybe she was simply a horny girl by nature, and the aroma of Tahitian Cove made it impossible for her to ignore her desires. Whatever it was, she would have to be extremely careful in the future, lest her hormones run amok again.
Once she had dried her hair with the dryer, she went to pick out something to wear. A conservative outfit this time, something not likely to spark a man's sexual interest. And no cologne. That had gotten her into too much trouble already. Enjoyable trouble, yes. But if she kept meeting men she wanted to go to bed with, and did go to bed with them, she wouldn't have time for anything but fucking.
She dressed then stood before the mirror. The outfit created just the impression she wanted to make. Sedate, not pushy. Understated. With an underlying aura of soft femininity. Very proper, Very businesslike. Even a nun wouldn't be able to fault her appearance.
After a quick meal, she was on her way once more. This time, she decided to try her luck on the other side of the city. She chose an older neighborhood, soon glad she had decided to wear something practical. The residents she met were more mature, some already retired. She made a few sales, and felt like she had made some friends, as well.
Later, she dropped by a cafe for lunch. While she ate, she assessed her sales. So far, she was doing rather well. With a little more effort, she could easily build up a clientele.
If only she didn't have to walk so much to do it. Her feet ached already, and she had hours left to go before dark. But she couldn't hope to sell Tahitian Cove over the phone. It had to be experienced to be sold.
Once she was on the road again, she decided to try her luck in a more fashionable area, and headed for a newer neighborhood, one that drew residents who could easily hire maids and gardeners. After all, she thought, rich people had to smell good, too.