While passing through her attention had been grabbed by her startling reflection.While passing through her attention had been grabbed by her startling reflection. Dressed as she was in bathrobe tied loosely at the waist, having come straight from her bath, she looked ... . Louise wasn't quite sure what word she would choose to describe how she looked this evening. It must be admitted that "stunning", "beautiful", and "sexy", did occur to her, but each was rejected in turn, mainly due to her innate modesty and to a vein of self-depreciation which ran through her nature. Almost any objective observer however, would have been happy to apply all of these words to describe Louise's voluptuous and sensual teenage body, and many of both sexes would probably have added "fuckable" to the list as well. For it could not be denied, even by Louise herself, that by age sixteen, her body had bloomed in a most agreeable way. As she had stood before the mirror, admiring the clear white complexion of her tantalisingly revealed cleavage, and the silky smooth texture of her nicely shaped calves and lower thighs, Louise had been tempted to untie her robe, and let it fall to the floor behind her. Succumbing with alacrity, Louise had stood naked before the mirror. After admiring herself from every side, she had noted with satisfaction the flatness of her stomach, and that her soft blond pubic hair looked a little more substantial than when she'd last examined herself. It had remained a light fuzz for far too long, most of her friends had veritable bushes while her's had remained hardly noticeable, she'd observed to herself on numerous occasions in school changing-rooms. Louise examined her breasts with some concern: she was happy with the size that they were now, slightly more than a handful, but was concerned least they should grow much more, and start to sag. |