Bathing time

The water finally starts to cool. She rises from the bath, droplets sliding over her breasts and down the smooth curve of her stomach. With the wet towel in hand she pats her arms and legs, then lets the towel drop. Her fingers wander back across her damp skin. She squeezes a ribbon of lotion into her palm and begins to spread it over her shoulders, letting the cream warm under her touch. Each stroke travels lower, over the swell of her tits, across the flat plane of her belly, and down the length of her thighs. She moves slowly, pressing the lotion into every inch, making sure nothing dries without attention. A small sigh escapes when her slick fingers glide between her legs, rubbing the same lotion over the soft pink there. She lingers, enjoying the gentle friction until every patch of skin gleams and smells faintly sweet.