Sofia Undresses

When she nips my bottom lip, I nod, and slide both hands up to the neckline. My fingers find the hidden zipper at the nape of her neck and drag it down slowly, not wanting to snag it on anything along the way. With one hand working the zipper and the other chasing it, I feel the fabric part, allowing my fingers to drag along the bare skin. She shrugs her shoulders forward, helping the dress slip down her arms, over the swell of her breasts, and pooling at her waist.

After one last brief kiss, I pull back to see her for the first time, and she straightens up a little bit more.

Her breasts are full and heavy, with a soft, natural sag that speaks to the reality of motherhood, but they’re still impossibly gorgeous. I think that after all of her concern, I was prepared for them to hang flat and shapeless, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. They’re still round and generous, and putting up a good fight to defy gravity even if they may have started to give in to the inevitable. The skin is a slightly lighter shade of smooth golden caramel, revealing the tan lines of the bikini she must wear when she lies out. And her nipples are a beautiful cinnamon color that appear thick and slightly puffy, regardless of the fact that they don’t seem to be hard at the moment. In my brain they’re begging to be touched, kissed, and sucked.

Below that, her stomach may be lacking a six-pack, but it’s still toned. There’s just a hint of softness to it that makes the skin seem more inviting, while the faint outline of muscle shows through when she breathes, proving the home gym isn’t just for show.

She bites her lower lip, watching my face, anxiously waiting while I check her out, like she had me.

I reach out slowly, placing my hands under her breasts and hefting their weight. I know it’s childish, but I’m fascinated by how they overflow my hands so my thumbs brush the soft skin. They’re incredibly warm and pliant in my hands.

“So?” she finally asks, breaking my reverie.

I exhale and shake my head, moving my thumbs up to circle her nipples. The action makes them tighten and crinkle a little.

“They’re as nice as your ass,” I tell her honestly. “Just… fucking perfect.”

I can’t keep from playing, and push the hardening nubs this way and that, watching them pop back into place. A visible shiver runs through her whole body, causing her shoulders to roll forward a fraction.

She reaches up, hooks her thumbs into the bunched fabric at her waist, and pushes the dress the rest of the way down her hips. I glance down as the silver sequins slide over her thighs to leave the dress at her knees.

I blink, realizing I got so wrapped up in her breasts I forgot to finish removing the dress.

“Sorry,” I mutter sheepishly. “Guess I got distracted.”

She chuckles, “It’s ok,” and swivels her legs out from under her so she’s lying back on the bed. With a graceful little shimmy, she kicks the dress free of her calves and flings it off the end of the bed with her foot, so it lands on my feet where I nudge it aside.

It leaves her in nothing but the white thong, and her legs are slightly parted as she scoots up and lies back against the pillows. Her breasts settle on her chest, spreading and emphasizing their natural state. With the dress gone, I can see faint traces of silvery stretch marks that fan delicately across the lower curve. Subtle souvenirs of carrying her boys, but the skin still appears tight regardless.

The white thong clings to her mound, and the thin cotton is damp enough in the center that the fabric has started to turn translucent. The result outlines the shape of her lips and the faint shadow of dark, neatly trimmed curls at the top. The rest appears to be smooth under the darkening material.

I stare and swallow the lump in my throat as my cock bobs with my heartbeat.

“Guess I’m not the only one that’s turned on,” I rasp, trying to deflect my nerves.

She follows my gaze, then meets my eyes with a smirk.

“The crazy thing is that I even changed into these when I was in the bathroom,” she says, reaching down and pressing her hand into the where they lay just above her pubic bone and pulls upward a little as if trying to inspect them herself. “I put them on just so I could tease you about if my ass was nicer than Mr. Santa Hat’s.”

“Well, I’m not gonna complain about it.”

She bites her lip with sparkling eyes, and spreads her legs just a little wider, allowing a little more light to hit the panties and highlight how damp they are.

I barely even realize that I licked my lips while my eyes are glued to the damp patch on her white thong. I have no right to be standing here, getting to check her out like this, but seeing how her panties cling to the outline of her lips makes me want to see what’s underneath. Of course, Sofia notices me lick my lips though.

“Hmm,” she hums, getting her teasing tone back. “Someone looks ready to eat their dinner so they can get to dessert.”

“I’ve been ready since the first time I saw you in those shorts.”

I see her stomach twitch and her tits jiggle like she laughed, but I don’t actually hear it. “And here I thought it was just about my ass. I guess you better take off my panties then.”

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