Exiting the shower Camila stood nude before her full-length mirror. As she dried her hair, her thick, stocky curves swayed and bounced independently. Her belly was getting close to flat, with small love handles, widening at her hips. Below there was her freshly shaved pubic area. A quick turn and her thick, mocha colored Latina ass smiled back at her. Turning forward looked over her face; chocolate brown eyes with long lashes and a wide mouth with thick lips. Her hand picked up her brush, moved to her thick black hair that she wore to the middle of her back. Camila held the ends near her shoulder and brushed downwards. Drifting from her hair to the soft shoulder below, then from shoulder across her upper chest, down to her large breasts, each swayed and bounced independently with each brush of her hair. The dark brown nipples were still taut from moving out of the hot water to cool air. Camila's left hand moved up and massaged her right breast until the nipple stood at full attention. Staring deep into her own eyes, both her hands began massaging her breasts. A wetness began between her legs. Searching her mind to the last time she had a lover. Remembering she stopped and rubbed lotion on her hands and legs.
Snapping back to the moment, her mind reviewed tonight's training session. Tonight at jujitsu she rolled first with a buxom lady cop. During one roll the cop's groin was inches from Camila's face and she swore her opponent was turned on. The second was a diminutive accounting nerd that dominated her all night. That shocked her as she was physically stronger and had 10 pounds of muscle on him. After the session all she could think of is more training, more rolling, more cardio, more weights.
That night in her sleep her mind relived some of her most memorable sexual experiences. A former a military contractor named, now a workout instructor, Brian was a gigantic, muscular man that dwarfed her. He introduced her to pistol training and jujitsu. In bed he covered her entire body as he pounded into her, but, he had coarse hands and no sensitivity. That, and, he screamed when he ejaculated, something she thought off putting. Michael, the nice guy realtor that sold Camila her house, then, with his monster cock, helped her break it in. Erika, her first woman, was a fabulous lover but, annoyed the heck out of her with the endless neediness. An older divorcee named Janet was a wizard with toys and blew Camila's mind. Then the suave and hopeless romantic Chef Roberto, an Italian restaurateur that rode bicycles to Utah and back. Deep asleep with thoughts of past lovers and erotic memories that had her as the star, ran in her mind like a feature film, Camila's hands returned to her breasts and massaged each. One hand slid down her body and touched her tender nether region until her as her head turned with laborious breathing.
A faint noise alerted her awake. Checking all the cameras a lone figure stool at her front door. Camila headed to the door wrapped in a knee length satin robe around her otherwise nude body. With each step the supple material of her robe swirled and tugged at her taut nipples. Before opening the door she had to shake the fog from her head. Standing on the patio was her fiend Amanda. Camila ushered her in before locking the door. Amanda told Camila that she had meet up with her old boyfriend and they argued about him refusing to return either her stuff or any of the money he owed her. Before storming off he threw her to the concrete, leaving her shaken, cut and bruised. Amanda gathered herself and went to what she prayed for was a safe haven.