The workweek had been brutal, but thankfully it was over. It seemed like Friday took its sweet time in coming around, the kind of week where it feels like Monday happened twice. Lynn didn't have any plans for the weekend besides long and glorious sleep on Saturday, well into the afternoon. Tonight, however, was up for grabs.
She was restless and feeling a bit adventurous. She wanted to do get out and do something, but she wasn't exactly sure what. She filed through her mental Rolodex of friends and running buddies before picking up her cell phone and calling Mona. She decided that she felt like dancing. It would be a great way to put that vicious week of work to rest. As luck would have it though, Mona wasn't answering her cell phone. Lynn left a brief voicemail about plans for the night and kicked off her shoes as she entered her apartment door. She decided she'd take a nice hot shower while waiting for Mona to return her call, so she carried her shoes to her bedroom and began to undress.
She stood in front of her oval, wood framed mirror and admired her body. She was a wonderfully full figured woman with luscious curves that hinted at the soft pleasures her body held.
She turned sideways, just a bit, and then around as best she could, looking over her shoulder to admire her plump, round ass. The very same ass that was the topic of so much contention when she was growing up, the ass that her brothers and sisters used to tease her about, was now just the kind of ass that her brothers liked on a woman and her sisters wished for themselves. It's funny how things turn out; she smiled to herself and gave her ass cheeks a nice slap with both hands. It was a long trip, but she'd learned to love that ass with the help of an ex boyfriend or two.
The showerhead blazed to life with steaming hot water and Lynn cupped her hands beneath the stream and splashed it onto her face, combing her hair backward with wet hands. She stepped forward into the showers spray and let the water bead her face and skin with a steady flow of powerful, heated droplets that massaged her skin. She took a moment to simply enjoy the constant drumming of the shower water on her flesh. It felt so good, like the constant massaging of thousands of tiny little fists pounding away a week's worth of tensions. She exhaled softly and the water bubbled and danced off of her lips, leaping back into the spray and running down her chin. She reached for her mesh shower sponge and jasmine vanilla body wash, sat on the mat and began to lather up her arms and torso.
