Hot bath

Steam rises from the water. She pours bath oil across her breasts, watches it slide in slow ribbons over her skin. The lotion follows, thick and cool, catching light on every curve. Her hands glide lower, slick now, until her fingers part smooth lips and find the wet heat waiting inside. She sinks two fingers deep, pulls them out glistening, then pushes back in harder. Her breath hitches. A moment later she reaches for the speculum, the polished metal cool against her palm. She spreads her thighs wider, presses the rounded tip to her entrance, and eases it inside. The smooth jaws open her slowly, wider, wider, until she can see everything the water had tried to hide. Her free hand returns to her clit, rubbing tight circles while the speculum holds her open. Drops of oil tremble on her nipples. The steam thickens around her, and she keeps working both hands, eyes half-closed, chasing the first sharp pulse of release.