Party Girl

It’s a beautiful Fall evening in New York, and Anna is sitting on the bed in her small-but-chic hotel room. If she looked out the window, she’d have a magnificent view – but instead she’s looking in the mirror. What she sees is a very pretty woman, early thirties with a cream-white complexion, Auburn hair, and pale blue eyes. Maybe five-foot-three on the tips of her toes? Petite is the word most people use, she likes to think of herself as ‘fun-sized’. Slim and pert, you wouldn't call her busty - but her boobs certainly aren’t small, and they are absolutely as perky as the rest of her.

The perfect blend of sexy and cute, desirable and likeable, Anna is the quintessential ‘Girl Next Door’ - the kind of woman you could imagine taking to meet your mother. Albeit you might get kind of flustered remembering what you (and maybe your friends) were doing with her the night before.

Tonight her friend Karen is throwing a party, and it has been far too long since she cut loose and had some real fun. Well, maybe not all that long, but a fun-loving woman like Anna knows better than to miss an opportunity. But first she needs to get ready – hasn’t even showered yet, let alone gotten dressed. The fluffy white bathrobe currently swathing her head-to-toe probably wouldn’t be suitable, even for a casual affair like tonight.

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Walking into the gleamingly white bathroom, Anna turns on the shower and lets the water run; she slips off her robe and hangs it on the door. For a moment she admires her reflection in the mirror as steam fogs the glass - Anna knows exactly how good she looks, and won’t pretend otherwise.

Stepping into the shower she gives a sigh that turns to a deep breath as she stretches out lithely and lets heat and pressure soothe her muscles. A minute or so later she begins soaping her tight, taut body and rinsing the suds away, carefully cleaning every inch of her creamy skin, breathing deeply as she feels the accumulated stress and sweat of the day disappear down the drain.

Somehow Anna seems to be spending a lot of time between her legs, hand lingering over her neatly-trimmed landing strip, brushing against her pussy without at all meaning to…

She feels a heat building inside her that has nothing to do with the hot water, it’s sooooo tempting to take care of herself and get the night off to a good start. And if there’s one thing Anna knows, it’s when to give in to temptation. Without further ado Anna gives up all pretence, slipping her fingers into her wet pussy and starting to pleasure herself eagerly. Leaning back against the wall with legs spread, she frigs herself in the hot steamy shower, fucking her hand as the water massages her shoulders.

She’s on the clock, so instead of taking it easy Anna works herself towards orgasm hard and fast, in almost no time her breathy moans are echoing around the bathroom. Then she’s leaning against the shower door, back arched as her pert breasts smush against the glass, rubbing her clit mercilessly as she powers towards orgasm. Moans rise into squeals of uninhibited delight as it hits, she throws her head back ecstatically - and accidentally takes the spray directly in her face.

Then she’s stepping out of the shower, still spluttering a little, hurriedly drying herself on one of the many thick, perfectly-folded towels.