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“Oh wow, am I ever sweaty,” Gayle sighed, tossing her tennis racket on the bed and stripping her t-shirt off. Her small, firm tits were white in contrast to the tan of her chest and belly, and as she wiggled out of her shorts, she admired her slender body in the mirror. She’d just had a terrific match with a friend on the big clay court that belonged to Gayle’s father. The two of them had gone at each other without a letup until finally Gayle’s opponent, Tricia Worley, had tired enough to let Gayle get a few just over the net and win. Gayle enjoyed violent exercise. It made her skin flush and her heart pound. She was sure it had something to do with sex too. Because when she was fatigued like this, she always became aroused. Slipping thumbs over the elastic of her panties, she skinned them down and with a graceful movement of her small foot, kicked the musky undies across the room.
“Oh boy, this shower will sure feel good. Or maybe I’ll have a bath today.” She was looking at her naked body in the mirror. The sheen of drying sweat on her skin made a thrill go through her cunt. “Yeah, a good long soak in a hot tub and then…” She bit her lip. It was hard to take a bath and not touch her delicate, most feminine places. Tricia, who was a few months older, told her that if she did it just right, something wonderful would happen. The word was orgasm. But Tricia swore too that what actually happened was far more interesting than that rather clinical word. Tricia made it out to be almost religious. And since she’d learned the knack, Tricia did it every day. That’s what she told Gayle.
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