Take a shower

With a yawn, she swings her legs over the side of the bed, her toes finding the soft warmth of the rug beneath. John stands up and walks to the bathroom, the early morning chill of the apartment causing the small hairs on her arms to stand on end. Her apartment's climate control system detected her discomfort and began to gently warm the rooms.

The bathroom's lights automatically flickered on as she stepped through the doorway, revealing smooth stone and marble surfaces that gleamed in the artificial light. The mirrored wall reflected John's naked form, the seams between her real flesh and the flesh of her bio-breasts barely noticeable. She reaches for the shower handle and turns it, filling the bathroom with the sound of the cascading water. She starts to move to a little tune in her head while she waits a few seconds for the water to heat up. Reaching in to feel the water on her hand, she's satisfied with the warmth and steps into the partially open large shower.

The hot water cascades over her, the droplets dancing on her skin before tracing paths along her body down to the floor. Steam began to fill the bathroom, blurring the edges of her reflection in the mirrored wall. John took a moment to appreciate the feeling of the hot water as it caressed her body, the heat seeping into her muscles and relaxing her.

Her hands moved over the smooth contours of her body, pausing at the base of her neck to massage the tension that had built up over the night. They drifted down, exploring the familiar hills of her chest. Her fingertips grazed the seams of her bio-boobs, lightly tracing the lines of the seam around them. It was a sensation that had once been foreign but had since felt like a part of her own body. Her fingers plotted out the round shape of her B-cup bio-boobs on her chest, the pair she always wears to sleep for comfort, appreciating their shape.

With a gentle squeeze, John's hands cup the soft mounds of her bio-boobs. They yield under her touch, the sensation as real and satisfying as if they were her own flesh. She can't help but feel a sense of arousal, a warmth building between her legs. Her nipples respond to the touch, stiffening into tight peaks. With one hand remaining on her breast, the other hand made it's way down in between her legs, her fingers finding their way to her clit. The sensation of the water and her own touch grew more intense as she teased herself, her breaths growing shallow. The warmth from the shower enveloped her, turning the steamy air into a cocoon of pleasure.

She went on, eager to finish, pinching her nipple as she masturbated. Her legs began to tremble as she approached her favorite part of her morning ritual, the pads of her fingers moving in slow circles over her sensitive clit. She leaned against the wall, sliding down to rest on the shower's built in seat. As the tension coiled within her, she released, propelling herself into an orgasm with a soft gasp, followed by steady groan that mingled with the shower's white noise.

Basking in the afterglow of her climax, John took her time under the warm spray, letting the water wash away the remnants of her early morning fun. Her eyes closed, she felt the droplets run down the curve of her neck, over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and down her smooth stomach, following the contours of her body. The scent of lavender-infused soap filled the steamy chamber as she lathered her skin, her hands moving in a deliberate dance over every inch of her body.

Once John had rinsed away the last of the soap, she turned off the shower and stepped out onto the mat. The warm air from the body dryer circled around her, sending a gentle kiss of warmth to her wet skin. She reached for a warm towel, wrapping it around her torso and drying off the excess water.