She had so much nervous energy that she'd decided to wash clothes, and then the goddamn fucking washing machine made the same grinding sounds, and she knew it was a case of calling the mechanic and another round of headaches getting the goddamn thing fixed again.She had so much nervous energy that she'd decided to wash clothes, and then the goddamn fucking washing machine made the same grinding sounds, and she knew it was a case of calling the mechanic and another round of headaches getting the goddamn thing fixed again. Another damn trip to the laundromat! She'd brushed her hair, slipped a pair of soft soled shoes on, and gathered up her undies and jeans and blouses into a big pile, stuffing it into the mesh laundry bag. On second thought, she kicked off her shoes, pulling her jeans off, stripping the panties from her hips and tossing them into the pile, along with her brassiere. Might just as well wash everything now, since one never knew how long it would take to get her machine fixed, did one? Nude, she stared in the mirrors on the sliding doors of her walk in closet, turning her head, cocking it on the side, looking frankly at her figure. Slim, elegant, and exciting, she thought. Sometimes she wished her tits were bigger, but then again, they certainly didn't sag, and there wasn't a crease at the bottom to gather sweat, and she'd not had any complaints, ever. She decided she liked her breasts. Pink nipples peaking almost to points, that would thicken with lust when she was aroused, but blended smoothly into the surrounding skin when her libido wasn't all that excited. Now they were just half peaked, half excited, and no one here to do anything about getting them into full hardness. Too bad for them. Stomach flat, and she sucked it in even more, looking critically at the swelling of her smooth lower abdoman, seeing that the deep breath and holding her stomach muscles flat, raised her breasts and made her figure look even better. |