Diane sat alone in the Jacuzzi, relaxing, sipping a light wine. She had gotten off work a little early, and she intended to make the most of the time. Not that she needed a lot of time alone, or had problems in her relationship. It is just that sometimes, it is nice to have a little time alone to soak in the hot tub, get a light buzz, and for a change, flip through an "adult novelty" catalog.

Diane had gotten the catalog from her work friend Jenny, and had declined to attend a "Girls Night In" shopping party that Jenny was hosting over the weekend. While she had never considered herself a prude, and had a few boyfriends in her past, Diane had never played with toys. As she sat in the hot tub, looking at the pictures of the vibrators, reading about the lotions and creams, her imagination was working overtime.

Though she wasn't consciously aware of it, the fantasies, the relaxing bath and the glow from the wine caused her nipples to crinkle and stiffen as her arousal quietly built. Her breathing became more rapid, Diane’s heartbeat increased ever so slightly, her pupils dilated, and she began to moisten. Her manicured, polished fingertips began to stroke down her breastbone, trailing lightly, giving her a tingling, ticklish sensation that was so subtle that she was almost unaware that she was doing it. But after a few minutes of this, she DID become fully aware of what her hands were doing.

Discarding the catalog to the side (neatly of course), Diane closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her fingernails teased down her flat stomach, brushing along the inside of her thighs as she slightly parted her legs. As she stroked her thighs, she thought of her lover Dan, and her knees drew up while the pads of her fingers found her peeking clitoris. As she pressed down on her clit, her other hand wandered to her nipple, rolling it between her forefinger and thumb, tugging gently, imagining that it was Dan’s lips teasing, HIS hand stroking up and down her slit.

As she brings herself to climax, Diane’s elbow brushed against the wineglass, sending it tumbling to the floor to crash into thousands of pieces on the cool tile. But Diane doesn’t care about the glass anymore, her pleasure flooding her in waves as she releases her passion. Now she gasps, moaning in pleasure, her legs contracting, squeezing together with a will of their own, and her body in control of HER as she orgasms.

As she relaxed in the water, she grinned a bit as a thought occurred to her. Grabbing the cordless phone, she called Jenny. "Jenny? It’s Diane. Do you still have a spot for me at that party?"