Liza walked in her front door, snow following her in and coming to rest on the hard wood floor in front of the stairs. She closed the door and locked it. Shivering, she took off her scarf and coat, appreciating the warmth of the house. Shaking her short red hair with her hands the snow fell to the floor and disappeared.
It was late. Liza was hungry, cold, and sleepy. Entering the kitchen she poured herself a cup of milk and put it in the microwave while she made herself a small sandwich. Eating the sandwich she took her cup of warm milk and ascended the stairs to her bedroom.
Entering her bedroom, Liza put her cup down on the end table next to the bed and began stripping out of her clothes. She held her arms to her cold chest in attempt to return warmth to them. Picking up the cup she walked toward the bathroom, pausing momentarily in view of the mirror. She was proud of her body, at 5’ 8” she had wonderful hips and stomach, and an ass and breasts just the perfect size. Her nipples where still hard from the outside cold, and she shivered again.
Walking into the bathroom Liza sat her cup on the side of the bathtub and turned on the hot water, letting it fill as she adjusted the temperature to suit the cold still trapped deep inside her. Stepping into the bathtub, she cringed at first, letting herself adjust to the heat of the water. Sliding down into the water she exhaled in revelation of the warmth as it absorbed into her soft mound between her legs. She was surprised that she had not noticed sooner how much in need of sex she was. The long nights working had kept her too busy the last few months. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the enveloping heat.
Feeling very tired, Liza decided to end her bath. Slowly standing up out of the bathtub, water cascaded down her breasts and over her stomach and clitoris. She looked at herself in the mirror as water dripped from her nipples to the great pool below. Her skin immediately raised in goose bumps from the sudden lack of heat, causing her nipples to harden once again.
Liza dried off with a towel, and wrapping it around herself walked out into her bedroom. She flipped off the light and turned on her bedside lamp. Lighting some incense, she removed the towel and slid into bed. She reached for her book on the nightstand. Flipping it open to the bookmark she began to read…