She picked up the hair dryer and a brush and began doing her hair. He panned the mirror up and down, sliding it down over her ass and then up to her image in the mirror. She must be the most gorgeous woman in the world, he sighed. His body trembled again, as if in agreement.

Her hair seemed to change color as she dried it, lightening into its usual golden blonde, spreading out around her head in a perfect little circle. Her hair was short, just reaching her shoulders in back, shorter at the sides. It framed a face that was… was… adorable, he thought, heart shaped, with big blue eyes, a tiny snub nose.

She turned her body slightly, bringing her knees up to her chest as she finished drying her hair and set down the machine. She was examining her skin right up near the mirror. Being so short, she seemed to find it easier to squat on the countertop to do it.

He was looking up from right beneath her ass, and could see the little winking asshole, and her narrow cuntslit, pulled slightly apart because of her position. His cock pulsed and throbbed, his breathing getting ragged. He could imagine his cock, hard and red, slicing between the soft folds of those pussy lips and driving deep up into her body.

She dropped back to the floor, pulling a jar of cream from the counter. She put some on her hand and began rubbing it across her face, moving her hand in slow little circles. She dipped her fingers into the jar again and pulled out some more cream, rubbing it across her breasts.

He held his breath as she rubbed across her right breast, the fingers sliding in little strokes around the nipple, and down beneath the rounded orb. Oh My God, he thought, would I ever like to do that!

Then she was finished apparently. She walked away from the counter and over to the wall where her clothes were. She pulled on a pair of bikini panties and then shrugged a short blue football jersey over her narrow shoulders.