complemented her broad, round hips nicely. Despite
what fashion magazines told her, she liked her shape. Reaching behind her back,
she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor on top of her nightie. Her pert
breasts hung beautifully on her body. A small nipple sat, centred, ending each
firm tit. She couldn’t take her eyes off them.
Her mind went back
to Jake and how he touched her. She traced her areolas with her fingertips,
almost too scared to touch them outright. It didn’t matter; the light touch of
her fingers on her skin made the heat and tension pulse within her. Her palms
grazed her nipples. She shuddered, biting her lip. She rubbed and squeezed her
breasts, savouring every flush of pleasure that went through her.
Cindy let her
hands travel down her stomach to her panties. Fingering the soft fabric at the
top, she pinched and plucked at her nipples. She was already panting. Slowly,
she slipped her hand underneath her panties.