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Steam

Unread post by dplover » Sun Dec 08, 2013 4:38 pm

Steam


A puff of steam exited the shower with her.


A normal bath towel could wrap up two of her.


Bronze shoulders and toes are all that peak out.


Sometime over the decades she had been blessed with the muted glow of Latin ancestry.


The perfectly knotted towel, intertwined with her brown locks is like an elaborate crown.


The blow dryer seems to shriek in the room lit mostly by moonlight.


The towel loosens as she brushes her way through the long brown strands, the flair of her hips disappears under fluffy terry cloth.


The brightly lit mirror reflects her pert little nose.


A shrug of her shoulders, the towel puddles at her feet, the very definition of petite is revealed.


Ankles together, lit from the front, her perfectly smooth lips are illuminated in the gap between her legs.


A little turn and a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that it was still perfectly heart shaped.


Tonight's lace was white and delicate, only one piece, she never buys the set.


The implications of the choice of white may have been lost on her, but then again, maybe not.


Stretched wide just above her knees, pretty panties await a mist of perfume.


In profile the arch of her back is perfectly feminine.


Palms covering the small swells, she studied her silvery reflection, closing her eyes she plucked each brown bee sting.


Less than delicately she stretched them to an imagined B cup, a subtle gasp escaped when her nipples inevitability slipped from her finger tips.


On her tip toes she groomed already perfect eyebrows, the smoky eye shadow really wasn't necessary.


A simple gold cross dangled between her breasts, drawing my eyes away from her smooth tummy.


Silky and impossibly thin the spaghetti strap blouse came from an overpriced french boutique in New Orleans.


A scruncy from her wrist and a pony tail appeared, only the pretty one's can get away with it pulled back that tightly.


A twist of her slim her hips and the straight skirt covered her curves...for now.


The kiss was long, the very essence of sex, she would have time in the cab to fix her lipstick.


Please wait up for me...


Dplover

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