Sicily

Sicily



Introduction



Sicily walked into the bathroom, still half asleep in the early morning hour. The sun was coming up and the light

outside was just bright enough to seep in through the small window and give it a

certain glow that only that time of day offered. She splashed cold water on her face hoping to wake

herself up. Gazing at herself in the mirror, her hair was untidy and her eyes squinted from the long

night’s rest. A slight grimace and shake of her head indicated her morning appearance was not

very welcome. A hand reached over and started the water running in the shower, yawning. When it

was the perfect temperature she disrobed and stepped into the bath tub, closed the white curtain,

pulled the knob upward and felt the powerful burst of hot water against her skin. The shock of the

water made her body tingle and fill with goose bumps. She stood under the water for several minutes

and let the warmth wrap around her like a soft blanket. Her mind was still hazy, and all she could

focus on was the moment, the hot water and the nice glow in the room from the dawn outside.





The stream of water felt wonderful as it wet her hair and warmed her

scalp. Without looking, she reached for a familiar bottle and squeezed a small amount of shampoo

into her hand and lathered her long blond hair into a rich foam. Eyes closed, she then tilted her

head back and let the water run over her head again, allowing the thick suds to run down over her

face and chest. She found the bar of soap in its usual place and began to wash her feet. The smell

of lavender and vanilla filled her nose as the soap released it foamy fragrance. She moved up her

long slender legs, and without hesitation, up to her center. She felt foam ooze between her fingers

as she circled the soap bar between her legs. Next she guided the soap over her firm, flat stomach,

her arms and neck. Taking in the wonderful, relaxing scent and enjoying the hot steam coming

from the water she moved down to her breasts. She went all over them with the creamy bar of soap

making them curl up. She opened her eyes and took notice of how round and full her breasts had

become. She felt them under the suds and gave a little smile of approval. She finished washing

herself and stepped out of the tub.



The thick rug felt good as it squished between her toes. A warm towel waited for her on the

rack, and soon was wrapped around the girl. The sun had risen above the horizon and the room now

glowed bright yellow. She opened the window to allow some steam to escape and felt a cool

breeze immediately on her face. The smell of the morning air was wonderful and crisp. Just the

thing she needed to push her to waking up fully. After drying off, she wrapped herself in her robe

and walked down the hall to her bedroom. The wooden floors creaked beneath her feet as she

stepped quietly, trying not to wake the whole house. Closing the door behind her, she went and

stood in front of a full length mirror and dropped her robe to the floor.



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