Her hands caressed her breasts, dark full mounds crested with large, almost black nipples. her fingertips teased them. coaxing sensation from with her. Her almond eyes closed with the pleasure of it all.
Soon her hands traveled down her belly to her sex, touching, probing, seeking, wanting. She leaned against the stall and silently found her release, shuddering with private pleasure found.
After a moment she opened her eyes and reached for the shower knob. Snapping over to cold, she endured her penance - a cold shower, which made ever nerve in her body scream. She could feel her skin tighten, almost hear her nipples become erect. in the cold wash of the shower head.
Reaching for the knob she pushed in, cutting off the flow. A shallow gasp escaped her lips.
Opening the door she reached for a towel. Roughly she dried herself, wanted to extend the sensations as long as possible. The rich thick towel scraped against her skin, leaving a tingly buzz.
Wrapping herself in the towel, she grabbed another and began the process of drying her long dark hair. She thought about cutting it short, every now and then, but her husband loved it so. And if truth be known she would miss it, after all her hair had always been long and dark and silky smooth.
She was a woman that men looked at, and that women looked sideways at. Very attractive in a very exotic and sensual way. Her chocolate skin accentuated her full soft lips. Her hips were full and round, her bust was ample, her tummy curvy yet firm. She was what many men would desire in a woman, and yet she was shy, even around her husband.
Swirling the towel around her head into a turban, she let the towel around her body fall to the floor. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror an appraised herself, cupping her breasts, turning and primping herself.
It took along time for her husband to convince her to shave her sex smooth, and for a time she felt like everyone knew she was smooth there. But after a while it had become natural to her, and she loved the way it felt, both when she was nude, and when she was out in public, with the satin smoothness of her clothing touching her skin.
She spun around to catch a glimpse of her ass - she thought is was too big, her husband always told her it was just right, and would give it a firm squeeze, or run a finger down the crack and make her squirm. She felt a blush come over her when she thought of that. and yet she welcomed his touch in all ways.
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