Rochelle Explores Herself

As she stared at her face in the small bathroom mirror, she really looked at herself for the first time, but the incessant phone blaring out a pop song was distracting. It was Sandra, that was her ringtone. Her cheeks flamed as the images from the bookstore assaulted her imagination. Sandra's tits out. The moaning. Josh's wet face. The way Sandra was swearing in pleasure. Rochelle hung her head in shame but when she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the swell of her own tits, as they rose and fell with her elevated breathing.

She was finding it really hard to out think 20+ years of conditioning, but she was, well, Rochelle thought that she might be feeling what being horny feels like for the first time. Her mind was a mess of pornographic images, at least to the extent of her imaginations, which, to be honest, wasn't all that great. Rochelle slowly took off her outfit and folded it nicely and placed it on the bed, steeling herself to turn around and examine her body in just a bra and panties.

She had known all her life that she was pretty, but she was also often reminded that vanity was a sin. The house that she grew up in didn't have many mirrors, and that way of living had followed her into her apartment. The bathroom of her place was equipped with a small makeup mirror and a full-length mirror, that she had covered with a towel on her first day. This was the mirror she was standing with her back to. Rochelle reach behind her and removed that towel. Taking a deep breath, she spun around and drunk herself in.

"I'm pretty", she whispered to her reflection, and that Rochelle smiled back at her.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.

"I'm sexy," she told herself with more confidence.

She went to pull down her panties when she noticed that they were wet. Peeling them off herself, she brought them up to her nose for a sniff. It didn't smell like pee, the scent was deeper, muskier, but somehow a little sweet. She tossed the panties aside and gazed at her now naked body. Her public hair was slick and glistening from the wetness between her legs. Her nipples were erect and her breasts felt full, round and ached just a bit.

Grabbing a tit in each hand, Rochelle massaged them, feeling their weight, exploring their shape and size. She lifted them and pinched her nipples, squeezed them and pressed them together. Her cheeks pinked and she couldn't take looking at herself and touching herself at the same time. Closing her eyes, Rochelle let her hands go where they wanted. Moving from her breasts, they wandered down her stomach, to the outside of her thighs, back to her ass, again to the front. They paused in their exploration just above where her public hair started. It was a tangle of unruly hair that had never been trimmed or tamed in any way. Her breathing was quick and shallow, while her hands took on a noticeable tremor.

This was all a new thing for her. Besides bathing and changing menstruation products, never tampons, cause a lady never penetrates herself for any reason, she was not intimately acquainted with her sexual parts. Rochelle screwed her eyes shut even tighter and shifted her hands down into her silky pubic thatch. It was soft and stiff at the same time. She didn't know what she expected but it wasn't that. Moments before she was going to explore further, there came an insistent knocking at the door.