What am I wearing?
A towel -- I’ve just stepped out of the shower. My skin is still warm and moist and I’m lying across the bed to cool off. I’ve closed my eyes and loosened the towel. Now I’m tracing the beads of moisture with my middle finger -- a figure eight around my breasts, a straight line down my abdomen, a circle around my belly button... At the fork in the road, I veer to the right down one thigh, back up and then down the other.
Hair expands with humidity and my bush is a downy, blonde powder puff in which I’m drawing tiny wet ringlets. I brush against the soft hot bud pushing through the curls and shiver.
I reach up to my left breast and pinch the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It hardens and I feel the lips of my pussy throb.
What are you wearing?
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