I let the towel fall to the floor as I studied myself in the full-length mirror. My wet brown hair fell in ringlets over my breasts. They were somewhere between a B- and C-cup, with small nipples and perfectly sized areolas to match. I rolled one between my fingertips and watched it harden instantly. My head tipped back as that familiar current shot through me. My hand skimmed down over my nearly flat stomach, stopping ju...