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Shari Reynolds enjoyed a warm bubble bath almost more than anything in life. She lay in the bath one Saturday evening when no one was home but her, watching the soap bubbles glisten all over her wet young body. The soft thick buds of her round nipples were veiled by a lace of white bubbles.
Her sleek, shapely thighs glimmered, and her crotch was invisible under a huge mound of soapy froth. She tried to imagine certain men happening on her as she lay voluptuously like this in the bath, her wet nakedness there for the taking.
The mere thought made shivers race up and down her back. She imagined her boyfriend Chuck. She had let him fuck her once, but it had all been over so fast that it was no fun for Shari.
But she knew he would go crazy with lust if he saw her this way. Then she tried to imagine others. Her boss, Mr. Shuman, who was only about thirty, and who kept looking at her like he’d like to rip her clothes off and take her on the spot.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.