Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair matted between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell to the floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her frosted hair from the moisture in the shower stall.Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair matted between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell to the floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her frosted hair from the moisture in the shower stall. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she felt a brief, vicious satisfaction with the sight of her naked body reflected in the glass. The slight paunch of her belly was normal for a woman of 38, her milky-white breasts still firm mounds, the muscles in her thighs tight from her daily jogging exercises, her buttocks a smooth plain of taut flesh below her spine. As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex she'd just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn't the greatest lover in the world, his idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about ready to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he reached his orgasm. Of course, she'd fake her orgasms so he'd think he'd really turned her on, but in reality, she wished he'd take the time to get her excited first too. She'd tried to talk with him about that a few times, but each time he'd just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn't enough of a man, she should try and find someone who was; provided they'd be willing to pay the bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender. Charlie may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her lifetime. Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp pecker and shake it in her direction. "How'd you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied lips?" There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice. "You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie. |