Let her shower

You watch Emiko's long smooth legs as she walks into your house. Her ass, unknowingly to her, sways seductively and begs to be touched. But having just cum all over her tits just seconds before, you manage to fight off your urges for the moment.

"Follow me Emiko," You say. She's startled out of her daze as she eyes all the digital equipment in your house. The living room itself is filled with a large plasma tv that she knows cost somewhere along a few thousand dollars. Emiko had never seen such things before, and never knew anyone, except Justine probably, who owned them.

"You have a nice  house," she said as she followed after you. It felt like an awkward statement since it came from the robot who had just given you a blow job on your doorstep.

"Thank you Emiko," you said as you walked up the stairs. "The bathrooms over there." You point to a door. "Leave your clothes outside the door and I'll put them in the wash. I'll go see what clothes I can find you." You leave the room to go gather things as Emiko examines the bedroom she is in. For a moment she eyes the exceptionally large bed, then moves into the bathroom.

Slowly unbuttoning her blouse, she lets it drop to the floor. She looks at herself in the mirror and look at her large 36 DD breasts that sit high on her chest. They rival, or are even better, than the ones she saw in Justine's magazine at school. She looked as her curvaceous top tapered down to a taut abdomen. 

After undoing her skirt, and stepping out of them, Emiko admired her smooth legs and curvaceous bottom. She stood dressed entirely naked except for plain white cotton panties that had become wet in the cleft. She pulled them off and tossed them onto the other pill of soiled clothing.

She looked at herself a few seconds more in the mirror. She had never really found herself particularly attractive. None of the boys had ever really given her any attention. And for the past two years, she thought that Justine was so much more beautiful than her. But now, after what she had just done, she looked at herself a little differently. Reaching up, Emiko pulled her hair out of her pony tail and let it fall to her shoulders. She smiled at the reflection in the mirror with thoughts of how someone actually finding her attractive flowing through her mind.

Emiko stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over her body. Slowly, the door to the bathroom began to creak open.