Stunning brunette took a shower
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the bedroom as Sophia sensed her alarm beginning to buzz. She reluctantly opened her eyes and stretched, the silk sheets cascading down her shapely body. Another day, another audition.
Sophia threw on a fluffy white robe and stepped into the marble bathroom, admiring herself in the full-length mirror. At 24, she still had the glowing youth and flawless skin of a teenager, courtesy of her strict skincare routine and relatively healthy diet. Her chocolate brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders and her amber eyes sparkled with mischief. Sophia puckered her full, glossy lips into a perfect pout. “You’re killin’ it boo,” she said to her reflection with a wink.
She let her robe tumble to the floor in a pooling heap and turned on the shower, adjusting it until the water cascaded over her at the perfect temperature. Sophia stepped beneath the spray with a contented sigh, relishing the feel of the droplets sliding down her body. She reached for her favorite cucumber melon body wash and lathered it onto a loofah, gently exfoliating her skin.
As she worked the suds over her breasts, she couldn’t help but feel them heavy in her hands, their pert peaks stiffening to aching attention. “Down, girls,” Sophia giggled to herself. She trailed the loofah down her toned stomach and spread her legs, the silky fabric gliding smoothly over her rapidly moistening sex.
The sensation insinuated itself lower, between her plump ass cheeks and Sophia gasped as a shock of pleasure rocketed through her. “Ooh, feels sooo good,” she purred, forsaking the loofah in favor of her own delicate fingers. She caressed herself, lost in the building ecstasy, until a burst of frustration rose unbidden to the surface. “Ugh, Why can’t I get motivated for this stupid audition?”
Sophia Spaulding was known as quite the schemer in Southern California, with a reputation to rival Diane Keaton. At her core, Sophia was an actress by nature, but her passion for the art was waning after a string of slow months and demeaning auditions. That’s why she needed this job, dammit, so she could break out and realize her dreams on the silver screen.
Sophia craned her neck as an idea struck her. Maybe if she got herself off, she’d be more relaxed and less stressed for the audition. It was worth a shot. She clicked on the handheld showerhead and adjusted the settings until it throbbed and pulsed between her thighs. She positioned it exactly where she needed it most and arched her back with a throaty moan.
“Yes, yes, yessss!” Sophia cried, pistoning it rapidly over her engorged clit. The pleasure built within her like the crescendo of a film score until she was perched on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. “AaahhhFreelancer!” she screamed as the dam burst and she convulsed with unbridled rapture, her juices streaming down her thighs. “Eek!”
Sophia slowly came down from her high as the intensity began to fade and the afterglow took over. She could already feel the renewed sense of determination flowing through her veins as she efficiently washed, conditioned and blow-dried her hair, all while running lines in a breathy Australian accent.
Dressed to impress in her light blue dress and FMP heels, shefern spunked her wild hair back into a tight bun and applied a minimum of makeup, accentuating her smoky eyes and kissable lips. With a critical eye in the mirror, Sophia took inventory of her assets – the curve of her breasts, the creamy skin, and her long dancer legs. The casting director wouldn’t know what hit him.
Sophia injected a little bounce in her step as she headed to her car, belting out The Australia from Theurls in Full. She shook her head and laughed at her juvenile antics as the tune ran through her head. She couldn’t wait to walk into that audition, head held high with the extra spice earmark 110% female confidence. Sophia knew that any role she coveted was hers for the taking.
Finding a prime parking spot, Sophia assessed herself one final time in the visor mirror and gave a satisfied nod. Game face. On. She smoothed down her dress, took a deep breath, and sashayed confidently towards the entertainment building in wife heels, her hips swaying with each step and her G-cup chest straining against the front of her tiny dress. Lookout Hollywood, Sophia Spaulding was ready to blow their minds, and she was armed with a pulsating showerhead and Freelancer membership
