Bare Bliss - Episode 1

She steps out of the towel like she is stepping out of an old idea. The steam still curls from her skin, tracing the line from collarbone to nipple before it disappears. Her body is still warm from the shower, damp at the center where the towel clung last. She stretches, spine arching, and the air finds her everywhere at once. The mirror fogs again when she exhales. She watches the way her breasts rise and fall, nipples tightening under her own gaze. The thought alone makes her cunt tighten, slow and sure, like a fist closing around nothing. She drags her fingers down her stomach, lingers between her legs just long enough to feel how ready she is. No need to tease herself. She is wet enough already. The slick gathers on her fingertips and she lifts them to her mouth, tastes salt and heat, the faint bite of soap that never quite washes away. She settles on the bed, knees open, and the city noise outside the window sounds almost kind. One hand moves between her thighs, two fingers circling her clit with the exact pressure she likes, the other hand holding her breast, thumb rubbing across the nipple until it aches. Her breathing stutters. Her hips start to lift. When she comes, it is quick and deep, cunt pulsing around her own fingers. She keeps moving through it, lazy now, drawing the last sparks out until her thighs shake. Then she lies still, breath slowing, skin cooling against the sheets. The light outside the window shifts from gold to blue. She smiles without opening her eyes.