Thread: Equal exchanges. Auspicious/RoleplayMaster

She smiled, a little chuckle leaving her lips. Bathroom is down the hall on the right. There is a closet next to the bathroom, inside you'll find some clothes she told him, getting up and testing her ankle. It felt alot better now that he had cared for it. Thank you for fixing up my ankle she says, practically beaming at him. I'm going to head to my room to take a shower as well, I'll come find you when you are done and we can figure out where to put you for the night. I'll call in tomorrow and get a bed delivered for you. As you can see, I'm not exactly geared for company, but I'll remedy that she admitted, running her fingers through her silky hair. She gave him a friendly smile and made her way down the hallway and to the room to the left of the bathroom, forgetting entirely that she had forgotten to tell him which room was the closet and which room was her room. Once inside her room she walked to the bathroom, the room had an open face lay out with no real barricades to provide privacy. The toilet was in a alcove behind a corner in the rooms layout, shielded from view, but the shower and bathtub were in plain sight, closed off by a thin, transparent sheath of glass. The glass -however- had the tenancy to become nearly transparent when hit with water, leaving the bather pretty much exposed to anyone who might happen to enter the room. She had never had issues with that, so it did not even pass her mind. She walked over to her dresser and selected some clean under clothing, a silky, thin camisole, and pair of matching sleep shorts. With a stretch of her own, she loosened the tension in her body and deftly began to unbutton her top, only to find one of her buttons already undone, an unnecessary amount of cleavage spilling forward. She blushed, hoping he had not noticed, she didn't want to appear desperate. Once her top was unbuttoned, she slid it off, exposing her massive breasts, all smooth skin, firm and bouncy, yet yeilding to the touch. She was currently housing her breasts in a black, satin bra with lace accents and a release clip in the front. It was odd, as she hadn't had sex in the longest time, but she found herself unable to resist the draw of buying sexy lingerie. So she did. And she looked glorious in it. She undid the clip and her breasts swung out and forward, released from their confine. They jiggled for a a moment, the cool air of the room causing her adorably pert nipples to perk right up into twin peaks of berry pink. She was not willow thin like most of today's women. She had never seen the fad in starving herself. In that respect she was a curvier woman, with weight in delicious places. Her hips were broad and womanly, her belly fit but soft, not a rib in sight. Her breasts, an obvious monument of feminine charm, supple and sensitive. Her thighs were thick without being marred with cellulite, her derriere full, and yielding. Her backside had always been somewhat of a trouble zone for her, as her curved behind never seemed to fit into the skirts that fit her waist properly. She found herself having to have her pencil skirts custom made, to keep the slitted back from rising to far to expose the tempting globes of her ass. She deftly unzipped the back of her skirt, slipping the hook out of the metal bracket in the back, and sliding the garment down her frame. Soon she was left in only her panties - a matching set of satin and lace boy shorts in the same color as her bra, black- and a pair of nearly transparent, lightly nude tinted stockings which had suffered damage from the fall. There was a eight inch fraying tear from her knee downwards, and she sighed at her clumsiness. I should buy stock in panty hose she noted to herself, before slowly and carefully removing the thin garment by pulling and rolling down by the toe until her legs were completely exposed. Standing up, she walked across the room to the hamper, wearing only her panties, to deposit the load of laundry into the wicker basket. Then, hooking her thumbs through the soft fabric, she dragged those down too, exposing her butt, soft and curved perfection, dragging the fabric down between her thighs , where she pulled it down the rest of the way with one of her dainty feet. Bending down slightly to lift the damp garment off, her pink, moist folds. The cool air in the room upon her exposed woman hood caused her to shiver, her clit throbbing. She sighed to herself and her betraying body. Gently opening the door to her showerbath, she slipped inside and turned the faucets on, turning the water to the desired temperature. She turned the shower on and let the water soak her hair and body, rivulets of moisture rolling off of her statuesque form, dripping between her thighs, falling from the ends of her perked nipples. The throb of her clit did not cease, and it was becoming insufferably distracted. The walls are thick, he'll never know if I cum real quick in the shower... Maybe I should, would clear my head so I'm not tempted to take advantage of him she thought to herself. So, feeling jittery and undeniably excited, she unfastened the shower head, lowered the stream from a powerful pulse to a more bearable flow, and spread her legs. With her slippery pink pussy exposed, she aimed the spray on her wanton sex and felt her blood heat considerably as the first spray of pleasure swept over her body, her clit practically screaming in Ecstasy. Her back arched and she laid her head back against the porcelain walls in the shower, eyes shut tightly as she let out a whimper of delight. Her free hand slid up her body and teased and pinched at her already perked nipples, causing her body to shudder. A soft pink flush settled over her face as she nibbled her bottom lip, quickly losing her sense of surroundings to the pleasure. With her mind in a foggy daze of lust, her mind undoubtedly slipped into thoughts of her house guest, and the shower head became those wonderfully long fingers of his. She felt herself clench up inside, a jolt of white hot lust streaking up her back as a louder gasp left her lips and her hips jerked a bit.