Freshly showered, towelled dry, still naked, she examined herself in the full length mirror. 'Not bad,' she said, smiling and nodding confirmation at her reflection. The movement made her breasts wobble, drew her warm brown eyes to the raspberry red nipples that protruded stiffly from the fullness of each breast, as if seeking her attention, her favour, her fingers. She resisted their allure. There would be time enough for that later, and rougher fingers than her own to administer the attention her teats craved. She shivered in delight at the thought, though she was still warm from the shower. Her gaze dropped to her legs, she thought they were too thick at the thigh, but she was certain that her exercise regime was having some effect at last. She had recently been brave enough to have an intimate wax, though stopping short of what she really wanted. The neat patch of tight auburn curls still kept her lips hidden. On the bed behind her she had arranged her underwear, stocking...