Regardless of how amazing it felt, the fact still stood that Brittany just wet herself in a hotel, and you could tell it from the sent.
Brittany stood up and started to clean up her urine as best she could with the spare hotel room towels. She got on her hands and knees and soaked up as much of her urine as possible in the rags. She flipped the chairs cushions and tried to find as much as possible.
She then threw all the piss stained towels in the hammper, along with her: dress, sarong, and bikini just to be on the safe side.
Brittany was now standing in the bathroom naked and still smelling like she peed her self.
She got in the shower and turned it on to get rid of the scent. Once the shower turned on Brittany rushed out side shivering. She was used to cold showers as a guy, but her new body was so sensitive she had to take a warmer shower. Once the temperature was just right you step inside feeling the clean water washing away the musk of pee.
Taking a shower as the opposite sex was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your body was much more sensitive now, and it felt nearly orgasamic to be cleaning it. The way the water moves was so alien, yet it was nice also. It was unreal. The steam from the shower began to build up, making the bathroom hotter.
You take some of the hotel shampoo and start washing your long dark hair, using up three of the small bottles to get the stench out of your hair.
You take a small bar of soap and start scrubbing your self, getting every crack and surface with the small soap bar. The bar gets closer to your vigina. Made sense, that’s were the urine smell was strongest. Your fingers holding the tiny soap bar get closer, and closer. Till the sliver of soap slips in between your legs. You cry out and try to stick your fingers in to grab it, but it just slips and imbedds it self deeper in you, you start to breath heavily, trying desperately not to get any more arroused and failing.
You sit on the shower floor spreading your legs wide as possible, feeling the pitter patter of water along your inside. You bite your lower lip and use one hand to widen your pussy while the other hand reaches in as far as you can. Your eyes role back in your head hits the floor as your fingers go in to get the slippery bugger out.
Your fingers go in and you bring them out then back in, your fingers go in up to your knuckle and you moan out in joy as the soap slips the final way inside you sending you into an orgasam that covers the shower curtains and walls in your juices. What’s left of the melted soap comes out of you then slips down the drain.
You keep panting as the water keeps flowing over your twitching body, trying to clean up your fluids.
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You get your self cleaned up properly and leave the steaming shower, taking one of the few towels you didn’t use to mop up your mess and tying it around your chest. It just barley passes your thighs. The mirror is covered in steam so you can’t see your self exit the shower.
You lay down on the king size bed, not caring about your wet hair, and soak in that nice hotel smell while you wait to dry and cool off.
In more ways than one.