I wake up and it's a normal working day, I stretch my limbs in bed before getting up to bathe, 9 more minutes to snooze then I must leave my warm safe space. I snuggle into the feather pillow and expose my breasts to the cool morning air, watching as my nipples harden and the skin around them which is normally puckered stretches and they deepen in colour. Shame I've no time to play but I do have to get ready for the office.
As I run the bath water adding some fragrance I inspect myself in the mirror, I need to look my best today as I'm dressing up for charity, the better I look the more cash I'll raise. Firstly I check my stubble and decide I have time to remove any unwanted hairs. Not normally shaved but the moment takes me. I reach for a razor and the shaving foam and lather my mound thoroughly, tightening the skin to get a closer line. I inspect my reflection; I would look childlike, except for the obvious signs of womanhood as my lips are totally exposed and hanging free of their hairy camouflage. I tend to my legs and underarms then languidly lounge in the bath, soaking away the nights dreams and odours.
As I lay my hair floating in the warm waters, I feel the water rush in to my ears and my heartbeat is amplified by the flood, I'm nervous about today dressing up in front of all my work colleagues. I scrub, soap and exfoliate every inch of my body paying particular attention to the tops of my thighs which will be exposed. Washing and combing my strawberry blonde hair, everything must be perfect!
I climb out of the bath, wrapping myself in a fluffy bathrobe, the heat between my legs is unreal and I feel a trickle of moisture leaks between my freshly washed folds. I can't be aroused or excited by merely bathing? I take a look at my ironed outfit all nicely laid out ready for me to wear, a white lacy bra and full briefs, as I don't want everyone to know what lies beneath. It's a pity I couldn't get the white hold-up stockings I wanted," I think to myself", so the black ones will have to do.
Next I dry my hair, shall I wear it up or down? Tying it back while I apply a light covering of makeup to my face, I'll apply the lip gloss just before I leave, that way it will still be shiny. I spray a hint of perfume to my neck, shoulders and cleavage kissing my own breast before running a hand over my hairless mound. "Stop it girl, no time to masturbate now!" I can't resist dipping a finger between my lips and scooping up my own juices plunging my finger into my mouth as I smile wryly at myself in the mirror.
I arrive at the office, I walk head held high through the double doors, and I hear women gasp and the shout of "ding dong" from a male colleague. My legs turn to jelly and the blood rushes to my cheeks making my face tinged with a pink-redness. I tremble as I walk around the office selling assorted charity items, escorted by a male for safety and dignity; my dress is far too short to be bending over. My companion dares me to go to the adjoining offices without changing my outfit, knowing that I am creating the most attention and more than likely raising the most cash.