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Cindy headed back to the office after waiting for a half-hour for a no-show client at a high-end listing. She was starting to lose her patience with them because they would not commit to anything, finding excuses not to buy. Her mood was sour, and she just wanted to go home and relax by the pool with a few glasses of wine.
Feeling bitchy and wanting to look the part, Cindy put up her dirty-blonde colored hair to accentuate her oblong face. In high school and college, she had thought her face was flawed, but at the age of thirty-two, she felt the asymmetry empowered her with a unique visage. With her heels clicking loudly, Cindy walked by the front desk arrogantly and went straight to her office and closed the door.
The fact that she had on a tight-fitting skirt did not help her mood. She thought that she may have gained a few pounds over the winter and was worried about how it would affect her standing in the office. Cindy was always considered when the guys in the office talked about who had the best body. Cindy knew she would not win the prettiest in show title, but she was confident in her curvy hips, firm butt, and bouncy boobs. The added weight scared her some, and she vowed to get some exercise, fearing that her toughest competitor in the body department, Rachel — a dark-haired recent college graduate with stunning features all around — was going to put some distance between them.
Cindy was feeling around her stomach, wondering if anyone could spot the slight tummy bulge. At the moment that she ran her hands down the black skirt, her husband, Mitch, called to tell her that his brother, Paul, was in town for a few days, and that he was staying with them for at least half of his visit. The news excited Cindy. After five years of marriage, her husband’s interest in her had waned some, making her feel insecure. She had held off having kids because that’s what Mitch wanted, but now she felt the disintegration of her marriage was inevitable. Paul, who was single and in his mid-twenties, excited her because he always looked at her as though he were undressing her with his eyes. She looked forward to his visits.
Finishing up the day with a few phone calls, Cindy felt herself switching gears. She let her hair back down, liking the feel of her hair cascading over her. There was wine at home, but she picked up a brand she had meant to try, and she also got a tray of snacks. Paul was already at the house, but Mitch was working late, giving Cindy plenty of time to tease the brother.
As soon as Cindy opened the front door, Paul was there to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was dressed in workout clothes but was not even thinking of breaking a sweat. The lecherous brother wasted no time in looking at how Cindy’s body looked compared to the last time he saw her. He definitely liked the added weight and liked the sharp curves featured in her chin and cheekbones. Cindy was Paul’s queen, abstractly existing in his mind at all times, giving him inspiration and relief when needed. The memory of Cindy got him through so much.
“Thanks for letting me stay here,” Paul said, offering a stiff smile.
“No problem. We’re glad to have you,” Cindy said, sensing that she still mattered to him.
“Everything been good?”
“Yes. Just working, mostly,” Cindy said, setting down the bag with the wine and snacks on the nearest table.
“That’s great. I’m in town for a friend’s wedding this weekend.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Are you doing anything tonight?” Paul said, hoping to spend time with Cindy.
“I’m going to go upstairs and change, and then I might go out on the deck for a bit, until Mitch gets home. I think he made reservations for dinner for the three of us.” Cindy said, smiling at Paul.
“Just like last time I was here?”
“Yes, just like last time,” Cindy said, turning to go upstairs to her bedroom to change.
Walking up the stairs, Cindy knew that Paul was staring at her ass and, just like the last time he was visiting, he would follow her up the stairs quietly and spied on her through the door jamb of the bedroom door she would leave open. She wondered if her body was still as desirable as she thought it was the last time he was given a peek at various parts of it.
Cindy stood proudly in front of her full-length mirror that was slightly out of Paul’s view, looking at herself from all angles. As quiet as Paul had been walking up the stairs, she had heard the creaking of a floorboard that couldn’t help itself. She could feel his eyes upon her, inspecting her curves and watching her movements carefully. Cindy placed her hands on her hips and turned to look at her ass, evaluating herself like Paul was doing.
Giving Paul his first peek at something underneath her clothes, Cindy toyed with the zipper on her skirt before pulling it down half-way. She had on a pair of red panties that Paul could now see. Cindy stepped away from view and went into the bathroom for a couple of minutes to let her voyeur think about what she was doing in there.
Paul was feeling nervous, wondering if Cindy was going to let him see more of her than she had the last time he spied on her. She had let him see her boobs topless from the side, denying him the full view of her titties. He wished the mirror were in play to let him see her from different angles, but it was out of his line of sight.
When Cindy emerged from the bathroom, her skirt was now off, but her blouse covered her panties. She still had on her black stockings and heels. Cindy took her place in front of the mirror and ran her hand along her belly, obscuring Paul’s view of her soft skin. Slightly lifting her blouse, Cindy gave Paul a view of the side of her panties and just a quick glimpse of one of her butt cheeks.
Her phone started to ring with a call from somebody from work, and Cindy answered it. The call was from an underling, allowing her to speak dominantly and confidently. Cindy started to unbutton her blouse as she spoke to the caller, turning slightly to give Paul a view of her red bra.
After she ended the call, Cindy reached down to take off her heels. Paul now had a look at the back of her thighs and at her full bottom. She put her shoes off to the side and checked herself in the mirror again, lifting her hair out of the way to get a better look at her face. Cindy was happy with the way she looked, and she felt inspired to show Paul more of herself.
Turning her head towards the door, Cindy paused and gave the faintest of smiles; she was showing her approval for what Paul was doing. There was a feeling that the show was a mutual performance between two people coming together to fulfill each one’s needs and desires. One felt the need to show, and the other felt the need to see.
The stockings were next, and Cindy took her time lowering each one off her legs. After both were off, she set them near her shoes, coupling them. Cindy looked at her legs in the mirror, raising her blouse to offer Paul a view of her fit thighs. She extended her left leg and lazily turned her toes into the carpeting.
Once again, Cindy disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments, letting her efforts so far sink in with Paul. She looked in the mirror and adjusted her hair. The tension about the no-show client was almost gone, evaporating with the attention Paul was giving her. However, she knew that the only way to feel stress-free would require a glass of wine, or maybe two glasses of wine.
Paul watched her as she left his sight, thinking that she was a little more playful than she had been the previous summer. He could tell that she was carrying a little extra weight, but that somehow made her more appealing to him because she didn’t mind sharing that with him. He waited for her to return to the center of the room; he waited for the return of someone he fantasized about so much when not around her.
The mirror beckoned her, and Cindy complied, removing her blouse, as she found the perfect placement in her room for Paul to observe her. She knew that there was some jiggle coming from her midsection, but she didn’t care. Her boobs, overflowing in their bra, felt voluptuous to her, even though they were average-sized C cups.
Cindy — out of Paul’s view — walked over to her dresser and opened the miscellaneous drawer that contained the yellow bikini she had bought over the winter for Paul’s eventual summer visit. She recalled that the bottoms had a cheeky cut, and the top had a push-up effect on her tits.
Getting back to Paul’s view, Cindy held her bikini with her teeth as she unhooked her bra and let her tits garner their momentary freedom from restriction. She turned to the door, putting her bikini onto a chair, and gave the quiet voyeur a full view of her tits. She let him see them completely without teasing him as she had done the previous summer. With her nipples hard, Cindy suddenly switched it up and presented her bare back to him, letting him see her flawless skin. It was time for the panties to come off, but she received another call. This was from her husband, telling her that he was running late and would bring dinner with him.
“Okay. I’ll tell Paul that you’re bringing dinner later instead of us going out,” Cindy said, raising her voice so Paul could hear her.
Cindy debated whether to let Paul see her pussy, deciding she could save that for the next time that she would allow him to see her body. The panties came off and ended up on the pile of discarded clothes. Cindy remained with her back to Paul, but for the first time, he had the perfect view of her ass.
Admiring herself in the mirror, while she hoped Paul was admiring her from behind, made her feel sexier than she had in a long time. Mitch was not initiating sex as much, and she felt pressure at work to keep up with a younger group of girls that were stealing some of the attention she felt belonged to her. This moment, with eyes on her, made her feel special again.
The bikini bottoms felt a little snug when she put them on; she was sure her butt looked amazing and cheeky enough for Paul. Cindy turned and offered the view of her topless tits once more, before putting on the top. She then put her hair up, preparing to go out to the pool for some late afternoon sun.
Paul was caught, he knew he had to go back downstairs, but he needed for Cindy to step to the side for a moment. When Cindy walked towards the bathroom, he started his escape by slowly reversing his path. He tried to avoid the creaky spot, but it was of no use. The sound even seemed louder on his return trip to the living room.
After her mules announced her descent down the stairs, Cindy retrieved her shopping bag and made for the kitchen. She had added a sheer cover-up over her bikini. Cindy got a wine bottle opener and wine glass and prepared for some alone time.
“Paul!” she shouted.
“Yes?” Paul said, going into the kitchen.
“I’m going to lie out by the pool for a while.”
“Okay. I’m just watching a game on television.”
“Good. Also, Mitch is working late, so we won’t be going to dinner after all, but he is bringing food.”
“Perfect.”
“Here are some snacks in case you get hungry,” Cindy said, handing Paul a small tray of snacks.
“Thanks.” Paul said, wishing Cindy needed him to rub suntan lotion on her.
Cindy excused herself and walked onto the deck to set up to pour herself a glass of wine and to find some suntan lotion on a nearby table. She took off the cover-up and started to apply some lotion on her thighs first, moving up to her stomach and then to her arms. She saved her face for last, making sure to feel every angle and ever point on it.
Paul watched Cindy from a small window in the kitchen. He watched as she put suntan lotion on, and he watched as her glorious body reclined on a lounge chair. Cindy had a glass of wine at the ready, occasionally taking a drink from it.
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The combination of the sun and wine — as usual — put Paul’s queen to sleep. When Cindy woke up, she was helplessly staring at Mitch, as he hovered over her. The first thing that she noticed was that her bikini top was untied, and her boobs were topless. Cindy tried to remember if she was the one who untied it.
Mitch was just looking at her and didn’t say anything. She waved at him, and he nodded his head at her. Cindy looked around for Paul as she put her top back on, hurriedly. The wine bottle on the table next to her was nearly empty, but the glass still had more than half in it.
“Where’s Paul?” Cindy said, feeling hot and sweaty.
“He went out to meet some friends,” Mitch said, looking at his phone.
For some reason, Cindy felt embarrassed, but she had no idea what she could have done. Mitch helped her walk into the house, where dinner was waiting for her on the kitchen table. There was another bottle of wine awaiting her. She wanted to ask Mitch if something had happened, but she decided not to.
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