Ray Mills

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CHAPTER ONE

Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Staci was gone.

Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town at a business conference. All in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone once in a while and had little opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about the whole thing.

Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for the tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed a shower hat over it.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely. At other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow wrong or even filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly, and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated any more, of course. No need for that what with Jeff fucking her ears off four or five times a week.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, for instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her naked flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.

While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.

Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, marvelously white and tempting.

Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She had large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that swelled out from her tits.