My eyes couldn't snatch away from her. I didn't even blink when she stripped naked in front of me and tossed her negligee to the side. It wasn't like I ain't seen it before, but she wasn't trying to hide it from me or be conservative. Sia had the body of a dime-piece. I ain't trying to make shit about her age, because I've seen so many women with a figure snatched like that, but they paid for it. Everything about her was taut and tight. Her nipples were perky as hell. Her titties were nice-sized and they sat up. Flat as a washboard was her stomach and she had ass so fat, cuffing it with one hand wouldn't be enough.
When she disappeared off into her bathroom, my eyes remained trained on it, waiting for her to appear again.
"Aye, can I ask you a question without you getting offended and shit?"
"No," she retorted, getting a chuckle out of me. A few milliseconds had passed before she said, "What is it?"
"You ain't gon' get offended when I ask you this, is you?"
"I don't know, just ask it."
"Yo body, is it natural?"
That got a cackle out of her. "Why?"
"I just want to know. It ain't gon' make a difference."
"I had a tummy tuck two years ago, everything else is mine."
"Why you get a tummy tuck?"
"Because," she sighed. "The older you get, it's a little harder to lose weight. I had a mini gut that I didn't like. Around that time I was heavy in the gym, doing what I could to lose it and eating right. My weight sometimes fluctuates too. It was a conscious decision though and I thought long and hard on it."
"I feel you. You look so fuckin' good."
"Oh, I know." I could hear a grin in her tone.
The bathroom door closed and I heard some shuffling around, then the door closed and I heard the shower water running. I glanced around her room, noticing how neat and pretty everything was in here too. There was a White Barn candle lit on her dresser chest and there was something playing on the flat-screen television mounted on the wall, but the volume was low, so I couldn't make it out. To occupy my time, Ipulled out my phone and started scrolling through it, switching through various apps.
The shower water had cut off long after, but she didn't appear back in the bedroom. It took her way longer, making me check the time and we were running a little late, but it's cool, I wasn't going to rush her. When she appeared back in the bedroom, she was still naked, but her face was covered in makeup, looking so fucking pretty, and her plump lips were covered in clear gloss. Some type of body-shimmer covered her body. Between her thigh gap was the prettiest fucking pussy. The sight of it, I licked my lips and released a low groan, not giving a damn that she'd caught me.
"You're so damn pretty," I uttered lowly.
"I know," she grinned and walked over to me. I leaned back against her bed and spread my arms. She lifted her feet and wiggled her pretty-manicured toes against my dick. "Can you put some lotion on my feet and legs for me?"
Nodding my head, I took the lotion from her hands, poured some in my palm and gently rubbed her legs and feet, while giving her a massage.
"Thank you for blessing me," I retorted, getting a puzzled expression out of her.
"What do you mean?"
"I know this is your space, but Sia I been chasing you for a long-ass time. I may not have gone about it the right way, but at least give a nigga credit for trying."
She didn't respond, but I knew she heard me, so I continued to rub lotion on her legs and toes instead. It was slick between my fingers and hands, like baby oil.
"Thank you," she responded, then removed her foot after a few more seconds went by. "You said pink dress right?" She mentioned, trotting away from me and walking into her massive closet.
"Yeah," I grinned, realizing that she read the deets I sent her.
From where I was sitting I could see designer-boxes and purses, neatly placed together and color-coded, but it was massive enough to swallow her small ass, because I couldn't see her anymore.
When she appeared back in the bedroom, the pink silk dress fit her like a glove—like a second-layer of skin, exposing her curves and hip-dips. It was short, stopping at her thighs. Her arms were draped around the front to keep it from falling.
Nearing me, she asked, "Can you zip this up for me?" as she turned around.
Nodding my head, I stood up and gripped the zipper between my thumb and forefinger, using my thumb as a guide to zip it up for her, without it snagging on the fabric.
"There you go, love."