I reached down. My thumb, finding the slit, pressed. The lips, which were closed, parted. The interior, pink and wet, was exposed. The entrance, tight and small, was visible. The clitoris, which was hiding beneath its hood, was a small pearl.
I rubbed. My thumb, on the slit, moved. The motion, slow and circular, traced the length. From the top, where the clit hid, to the bottom, where the entrance waited. The touch, which was light, was a tease.
She trembled. Her body, which was in the water, was rigid. Her hands, which were at her sides, gripped the edge of the tub. Her eyes, which had been closed, opened. Wide and wet.
I pushed my finger in. The middle finger, which had been rubbing, entered. The walls, which were tight and wet, gripped. The finger, pushing in and out, moved slowly. The motion, which was careful, was a preparation.
