Back into the light

I’ve had a nice, long soak in a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine and I’m all relaxed and chilled out. I’m already slightly aroused because I’ve been reminiscing about good times with him – hot, sticky times! I’ve lit many small tea-lights in my bedroom and put a vase of roses on my bedside table. I let my towel fall to the floor and look at myself in the mirror.

I’m still in pretty good shape for my age. My small breasts are still pert and quite firm. My stomach is still nice and flat – mainly due to loads of exercise. My ass is still my favourite bit of my body – not a trace of sagging, no cellulite, small and firm like when I was a teenager. And my legs still toned and shapely although I wish they were longer. I’m so turned on just looking at myself. I can feel the heat between my legs starting to increase.

I sit on the edge of the bed and slowly massage body lotion all over. Starting with my arms, I feel all along my shoulders down to my elbows, on to my wrists and between each slender finger. I lean forward, down to my legs and smoothly stroke each of my calves. Even the large, jagged scar on my knee appears sexy – a reminder of a sporting injury from younger days. I firmly massage each thigh, not daring to go too high or to touch the soft, sensitive skin just beneath my groin.