Carla Santos was shivering as she stepped out of the heated office building into the frigid winter air. She pulled her coat tightly around her, trying to keep warm, but it didn't seem to be enough. Her nipples hardened under her thin blouse, and she could feel a cold draft tickling her pussy.
As she walked down the snowy sidewalk, she fumbled in her purse for her keys, her breath forming little puffs of steam in the air. When she finally found them, she inserted one into the lock and let herself into her small apartment. The warmth hit her like a blanket as she closed the door behind her, but all she could think about was getting out of the cold.
Carla hurried to the bathroom, eager to shed her coat and sweater. She stepped out of her heels and peeled off her wet, cold-stiffened socks, then kicked them into the corner. She unzipped her coat, letting it fall to the floor, and shrugged out of her sweater, revealing a lacy black bra and a bare torso.
Feeling a sudden burst of heat between her legs, she reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She cupped her bare breasts in her hands, loving the way the nipples stood up straight against her palms.
Without even thinking about it, she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. The sight of her naked from the waist up made her heart race. Her toned stomach was visible, with just a trace of pale, silky hair leading down to her mound.
She realized what she was doing standing there with her panties still on, but she didn't have the energy or the willpower to pull them down. Instead, she walked over to the couch and sat down, hiking one leg up onto the cushion and spreading herだらんoulder-blade. to cover her bare chest.
The position was uncomfortable, but it felt good at the same time. She could feel the cool air from the barely open window teasing her exposed ass cheeks. She closed her eyes, savoring the mix of cold and warm and anticipation that was building inside her.
As she sat there, lost in thought, she slowly began to feel the urge to pee. It was just a trickle at first, but soon enough it was a steady stream. She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound as she let the warm, wet sensation fill her bladder.
When she finally finished, she sat there for a moment longer, savoring the emptiness. Then, with trembling fingers, she reached down and pulled her panties off. She threw them aside, not caring where they landed.
With nothing on from the waist down, she stood up and turned around. She looked at herself in the mirror again and gasped. The view from behind was even better than she had imagined. Her ass cheeks were round and plump, with a thin line of pussy hair leading down to her neatly trimmed landing strip.
Suddenly she realized she was getting turned on by her own reflection. She couldn't help but compare herself to others she had seen, and she always felt that her ass wasn't good enough. But seeing it now, spread wide and exposed, she felt proud for the first time.
With a smile, she leaned forward and gave her reflection a wink. Then she turned off the light and crawled into bed, glad to be warm and alone with her thoughts.
