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Tina closed down her computer and shivered. Her insides churned and her loins burned after reading her email. She had been flirting with Phil for months in a very innocent manner, but the stories he had shared with her made her wonder. Hands touched and fidgeted nervously with everything on her desk while the computer went through its shutdown sequence. Then the screen went blank… only she could see him reflected watching from behind her. Her pulse quickened and she gasped, turning around quickly. Only the empty bedroom greeted her gaze. A pang of disappointment and a flare of frustration welled up within her. She needed to clear her head. She got up and went to the dresser to get a night gown. Her mind drifting in and out of the scenario he had described so vividly in his story. Tina moved to the bathroom to get ready for bed, she looked in the mirror and her eyes widened. The red lingerie she had bought for a Valentine’s gift to herself was in her hands. “Why on earth did you get that out of the drawer?” she asked her reflection. The image in the mirror stared confusedly at the lingerie too. Only a small little voice inside her head clapped and danced at Bostancı Escort the thought of showing the outfit off. “Get a grip.” She headed back to the dresser and put the sexy red outfit away. “It wasn’t even about me.” She glanced at the vibrator exposed by the shifting of the lingerie. Hmm… her nipples stiffened and she felt the heat between her thighs grow warm and moist. “Cold shower, definitely.” she chided herself. Back in the bathroom Tina slowly removed her shirt and placed it in the clothes hamper. Her skin tingled every where that she touched. She wriggled her hips seductively as she peeled the tight black yoga pants off. A slight breeze on her neck made her quiver as she imagined Phil’s warm breath. He watched as she teased and stripped off her pants, then slowly covered her breasts and removed her bra. His gaze hungry and his mouth watering in expectation of devouring her large sensitive breasts. She dropped the bra at his feet…wait a minute. Why did she drop the bra on the floor? Tina looked in the mirror, she was posed and seductive, fantasizing about being with Phil like in the story. “Okay, enough, you Bostancı Escort Bayan are a grown woman.” She told her reflection. The little voice in her head added, ‘With the needs of a woman.’ Her jaw dropped and she stammered. “He is just another guy to tease and flirt with.” She argued with her reflection. The image stood with hips tilted seductively and a wet spot visible on her panties. “I can read a story from a handsome man without getting all flustered….can’t I?” She studied her body in the mirror and began to wonder. Her skin reddened as she flushed feeling a critical gaze on her nearly naked form. She wanted to cover up and show him everything at the same time. His eyes peering through the open door as he leaned casually against the frame. He smiled and just nodded at her, not even saying a word. In the mirror she bent and slipped her panties down, wriggling her ass towards the imaginary Phil in the doorway. Then with a flourish Tina dropped the damp undergarment into the hamper and stepped into the shower. ‘This should help.’ She thought as she turned the water on. A cold wave doused her, cascading down Escort Bostancı her back as she bent over adjusting the flow. She nearly screamed at the drastic change in temperature. The heat in her loins dimmed and the voice in her head quieted as the cold water sprayed over her shoulders and with a deep breath she lifted her head into the gushing stream of water. The frigid cold gradually warmed to a comfortable luke warm temperature. Tina stood in the water gathering her thoughts and trying to push the images of the erotic email away. ‘Good thing I didn’t send the ice cube story.’ Phil’s voice echoed within her mind. Tina shivered at the thought of cold ice on her breasts and then gasped as the thought of Phil with an ice cube teasing her labia and clit suddenly burst into her mind. “Damn it! How did he get into my shower?!” She felt her frustration return. Having his image, but not him… A very difficult situation. She grabbed a shampoo bottle and squirted a little more out than she intended. Glistening pearly fluid oozed over her fingers, she stared as a part of her brain threw out a comparison she both longed for and dreaded. She quickly reached up to lather her raven hair, dousing the thought before it could escape. The scalp massage and tingle of the soapy suds eased her tension as she scrubbed the dirt and worries from her head. The water was a comfortable temperature now and she could feel the soapy bubbles sliding down her shoulders and over her breasts.

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