Getting ready

She steps out of the shower still steaming. The towel slides across her breasts, down the slope of her hips. Each pass is slow, deliberate, almost a caress. Her nipples tighten under the friction. She tells herself she is only drying off, yet her hands linger. A fingertip circles one stiff peak. Then another. Heat that has nothing to do with the shower gathers low in her belly. She drops the towel. Her palm presses between her thighs, finding slick warmth already waiting. Fingers part her folds, stroke the swollen bud inside. She exhales through parted lips. Her black hair clings to her shoulders in wet strands as she leans back against the cool tile. Every measured stroke sends another throb through her cunt. She knows this is more than routine. It is her daily dose, the secret that keeps her eyes bright and her skin flushed. She comes with a soft, bitten-off sound, thighs trembling, then straightens, calm, satisfied, ready for whatever comes next.