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Written by Karalyn Dane. Karalyn is the Author Outreach Director at Jewrotica. For more erotic fiction by Karalyn, check out Sweet Dreams.
The sun was setting. Sarah could tell because the light coming through her small bathroom window was orange-hued and glowing, almost otherworldly. Sarah was naked, luxuriating in the bathtub. She looked forward to this “me” time she got every month. A minimum of eighteen blessed minutes soaking in the tub, all alone, doing nothing except feeling the hot water on her naked skin soothe away the stress of the week. Sarah sighed. Soon enough she would start her preparations, buffing her heels, shaving her legs, scrubbing her skin until it felt tingly and new.
She sometimes found the act of preparing to go to the mikvah as erotic as what always came after her monthly dunk in its waters. Sarah ran her fingers up and down her body, luxuriating in the feeling of being touched, even if she was the one doing the touching for now. Her body ached for human contact. She hadn’t touched Avi, shared a bed with him, let alone had sex in twelve whole days, same as every month when they kept separate from one another during her period, plus seven extra days. While that might not sound like a lot to most couples, going that long every month without any physical contact at all was something Sarah found very trying.
Sarah closed her hands around her breasts, getting excited about feeling Avi’s hands squeezing and molding them. She pinched her nipples, imagining that he was suckling them. But just as soon as she’d begun to get herself aroused, she stopped. She knew that she could bring herself to orgasm here in the tub all alone. She’d certainly done it enough times, but today was different – it was only a matter of a few hours until she could have the real thing, and Sarah knew it was worth waiting for. She would just tease herself a little bit, get revved up for tonight, she thought, as her fingers found their way between her legs and she stroked herself, letting the warm water coat her, inside and out. She removed her fingers just before she took herself over the edge, leaving herself breathless and aroused.
She stood up, let the water drain out of the tub, and began to soap her body, to shampoo her hair. She turned on the shower and rinsed herself clean, then climbed out of the tub and rubbed herself dry with a towel. She looked at herself in the mirror, not just to check for any blemishes, as was required, but also for herself…she liked that she could still look in the mirror and be happy with what she saw. Sure, there were stretch marks and pockets of cellulite here and there, but for the most part, she didn’t look half bad naked, and she was proud of that.
As she combed through her hair and tucked it into a beret, leaving it wet so she wouldn’t have to wash it again later at the mikvah, she thought about what she would take with her tonight. She got dressed quickly, in a comfy cotton skirt and long sleeve top, and then brooded over her lingerie drawer. Decisions, decisions. She always paid more attention to what sexy lingerie she shoved into her purse to take with her than what she wore on top. Sarah loved going to the mikvah wearing normal cotton undies and her usual skin-tone bra, but coming home, clean and pure and wearing a hot red lacy thong and red satin push-up bra. Or should she take her black set, the sheer one where her nipples showed, or the purple one that fastened in bows on either side of her hips, and could be undone with one tug, hmmm…