There is nothing Amanda wanted more than a glass of her favorite red wine and warm bubble bath after a long day at work. As an account manager at Riverwood Youth Outreach, a non-profit focused on helping underprivileged and homeless children get access to healthcare and other necessities, her world revolved around tragic stories of the kids she was trying to help, and mingling with the local rich folk to secure donations to keep the non-profit running.
When these two opposite worlds collided, often she was left frustrated with the injustices in the world. Today she lost an important account, and she blamed herself losing a hefty chunk of that year's donations. She would have to work double time to make up for it.
As soon as she walked in the door to her tiny apartment, she was greeted by Oliver, her orange tabby cat and friend of 5 years. He brushed up against her leg as if to comfort her, knowing the stress she was under. She gave him a quick pat and she walked in and threw her purse and suit jacket on the couch.
“It’s been a shitty day, Ollie. Mommy needs a drink.” she said, walking in the kitchen. She reached for her favorite Cabernet and poured a glass.
She headed to the bathroom, wine glass in hand, and turned on the water for her bath. When the temperature was just right, and the bathroom filled slightly with steam, she added her favorite lilac bath bubbles and watched as the tub filled with a foamy white layer.
She stood up and reached behind her back to unzip her black pencil skirt. She looked in the mirror as she slid the skirt past her voluptuous hips and down her thick thighs. She let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it while she began unbuttoning her white dress shirt. She noticed the buttons straining ever so slightly across her large bosom, easily popping open as she worked her way down over her soft belly. At the last button she slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall on top of her skirt on the floor.
She gingerly tested the bath water with her toe before climbing into the tub. The water felt warm, almost too warm, but that feeling quickly passed as her body adjusted to the temperature. Finally, she thought, I can relax. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, feeling the warm soapy water ebb and flow over her skin in time with her breaths. It felt slippery and soft, a sensation she quite enjoyed. She started to feel a tingle deep within her and she realized it has been a long time since she had had a real... release.
She felt her tense muscles in her shoulders start to relax and she laid her head back against the back of the tub. She opened her eyes and could she her full figured breasts protruding from the soapy water, her pink nipples puckering from the vast temperature change between the warmth of the water and the cool air, and quite possibly from the burgeoning arousal stemming from between her legs.
She adjusts herself in the tub, moving her hips and letting her legs fall to the sides. The water glides smoothly and gently over her exposed womanhood. She’s surprised by how intensely her body reacts to the sensation and lets out a small gasp. I guess it really has been a long time, she thought to herself. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she touched herself intimately, let alone, the last time a man had touched her. She had been so focused on her career and her passion for helping kids that she didn’t even have time to think of dating.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and continued to focus on her body in this moment. She ran her hands across her breasts, feeling her nipples poke through her fingers. Shivers were sent straight through her body and down to the pleasure nub tucked between her labia. Her wet slit ached to be touched, but she wanted to linger on this feeling, until it was almost too much to bear.
She continued gently rocking her hips to let
When these two opposite worlds collided, often she was left frustrated with the injustices in the world. Today she lost an important account, and she blamed herself losing a hefty chunk of that year's donations. She would have to work double time to make up for it.
As soon as she walked in the door to her tiny apartment, she was greeted by Oliver, her orange tabby cat and friend of 5 years. He brushed up against her leg as if to comfort her, knowing the stress she was under. She gave him a quick pat and she walked in and threw her purse and suit jacket on the couch.
“It’s been a shitty day, Ollie. Mommy needs a drink.” she said, walking in the kitchen. She reached for her favorite Cabernet and poured a glass.
She headed to the bathroom, wine glass in hand, and turned on the water for her bath. When the temperature was just right, and the bathroom filled slightly with steam, she added her favorite lilac bath bubbles and watched as the tub filled with a foamy white layer.
She stood up and reached behind her back to unzip her black pencil skirt. She looked in the mirror as she slid the skirt past her voluptuous hips and down her thick thighs. She let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it while she began unbuttoning her white dress shirt. She noticed the buttons straining ever so slightly across her large bosom, easily popping open as she worked her way down over her soft belly. At the last button she slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall on top of her skirt on the floor.
She gingerly tested the bath water with her toe before climbing into the tub. The water felt warm, almost too warm, but that feeling quickly passed as her body adjusted to the temperature. Finally, she thought, I can relax. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, feeling the warm soapy water ebb and flow over her skin in time with her breaths. It felt slippery and soft, a sensation she quite enjoyed. She started to feel a tingle deep within her and she realized it has been a long time since she had had a real... release.
She felt her tense muscles in her shoulders start to relax and she laid her head back against the back of the tub. She opened her eyes and could she her full figured breasts protruding from the soapy water, her pink nipples puckering from the vast temperature change between the warmth of the water and the cool air, and quite possibly from the burgeoning arousal stemming from between her legs.
She adjusts herself in the tub, moving her hips and letting her legs fall to the sides. The water glides smoothly and gently over her exposed womanhood. She’s surprised by how intensely her body reacts to the sensation and lets out a small gasp. I guess it really has been a long time, she thought to herself. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she touched herself intimately, let alone, the last time a man had touched her. She had been so focused on her career and her passion for helping kids that she didn’t even have time to think of dating.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and continued to focus on her body in this moment. She ran her hands across her breasts, feeling her nipples poke through her fingers. Shivers were sent straight through her body and down to the pleasure nub tucked between her labia. Her wet slit ached to be touched, but she wanted to linger on this feeling, until it was almost too much to bear.
She continued gently rocking her hips to let
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