Note: This story is a lot harder than my other stories and even a lot harder than all of the other Breaking Clichés stories. If you need your erotic stories to be pure vanilla, then I recommend that you read some of my other stories.
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I woke up slowly, not sure if I had heard my name or not, then saw my angel. Backlit by the morning sunlight, Scarlett was standing right in front of me, looking at herself in the mirror. Very softly, in the absolute quiet of the house, she asked me "Does this still fit me?" I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. First, coming from a woman, this was a dangerous question. Second, Scarlett is 24 years old and her body hadn't changed drastically since her adolescence.
Third, she looked like an angel glowing like spun gold un the summer sun. But through the haze of light and beauty, my mind managed to see that Scarlett was fully naked and shouldn't be glowing gold like this. Scarlett's hair was dark, so if she had covered most of her upper body with it, she wouldn't be glowing. Her skin was also very pale, very white. Why then was she...
I placed one hand behind my head and blinked a couple of times, trying to wake up properly. When my eyes finally did, I discerned a fine web of gold strings all over her body from her neck to her thighs. The webs turned out to be very fine gold chains that really glimmered in the sunlight. "So, does this still fit?" she asked again, a smile on her lips. Once again I waited patiently before answering. Of course it fit her. Like a glove actually.
Scarlett wasn't a tall or imposing woman in any way, but somehow she was made of curves from her neck to her knees. She had breasts that would render men speechless, or unable to debate properly in my case during our first meeting. They were disproportionally large for her small frame, and were still flaunting their size and weight as if gravity was beneath contempt. But her sexiness didn't stop there. Despite her large breasts, Scarlett had a small waist above nicely flaring hips and smooth, perfectly rounded thighs. Not big, just nice and feminine. All in all, she was absolutely stunning and even with proportionate breasts she would have turned heads. And she knew it, often using it to her advantage.
So, when she asked if her unique jewel still fit, it was either a trick question or she just wanted me to ogle her. During the past few months, I had learned that she really liked that. Not so long ago we had a henna artist come over and do her entire body. I spent essentially an entire day staring at her nude body as she was gradually transformed into an exotic creature.
I was now nearly fully awake, and my blood flow was starting to converge between my legs. Seeing Scarlett nude was usually enough to get me started, but the very fine jewel somehow made her seem even more glorious. As she let me stare at her body, even though she was talking to me, she explained that one of her old boyfriends had made it for her, using her precise measurements. Luckily for me now, she had been nineteen when he had done it and her breasts had pretty much stopped growing. As she kept talking I could see that the chain around her hips was significantly tighter than the others. It was not obvious, but I was pretty sure she knew about it. In any case, I didn't care much about the jewel itself and felt only luckier that her hips widened since then. It only made her even more desirable.
Delicately, during what turned out to be a long process, she removed it. As she explained, it was a multi part piece that he had done over the course of a year. Scarlett told me that he had been quite pissed about her breaking up with him a couple of months after it was finished. She had given the very pricey jewel back to him, and for months they didn't speak. Then one day, out of the blue, Scarlett received a small box containing the full jewel. A small note said "It's yours. If you wouldn't mind, I'd really like a picture of you wearing it." She sent him one, but they never became friends or lovers after that. And, to her relief, he had never published that picture anywhere public...
Once she was nude, my show wasn't done. First, she knelt on the bed, then crawled on all fours until she was above my face. Until her breasts were above my face. From time to time, I was blessed with such a breast bath, an offering of grace and lust. Breathing deep, I inhaled her scent, the clean scent of her body, and I opened my mouth to kiss her skin. Soon I was licking her bountiful curves until her aureola was in reach and I sucked her nipple in my mouth. My tongue began its playful assault and I felt her shivering above me. A very soft laugh escaped from her lips.
With my hands I guided her breasts together and licked my way from one to the other, and even pressed both her nipples together into one mouthful of lust. When I released them from my mouth and her breasts from my hands, I pushed my face up and squeezed her breasts against my cheeks, inhaling her scent once more. I could feel her skin all over my face, from right to my eyes all the way down to my chin.
My few days old beard was probably scratching her, but she didn't complain as I kept drowning myself between her globes. Hanging from above like this, they seemed even bigger than they were. Gravity didn't have much of an effect on them yet, but still, this position made them as ample as they could be. Turning my head from side to side, I kissed one then the other, squeezing each of them in my wide opened hands.
When she pulled away I closed my eyes momentarily, grinning like a fool and with a very stiff erection. A while back, Scarlett had made it clear that such breast baths were not always foreplay. If I were to try and pull her to me every time, she would stop doing it. Sadly, this morning was once such occasion. Then again, my show was still not over, so I mourned the absence of her pussy around my cock by watching her dress for the day.
Scarlett leaned forward into her closet, so that for a minute I could admire her creamy legs and ass from the side. When she pulled back out, she was holding a full regalia of lingerie. It was one she didn't wear often, but one I really liked. It was a set from Lise Charmel, the Exception Gitane model, with the bra, panties, garter and hose. The base of the set was black, with very nice dark red and black lace. What made it stand out was the generous accents of bright red roses on a field of vivid green leaves. The details were intricate and deeply profiled. This is a bra and panties that would be quite apparent under thin clothes. But with winter approaching, Scarlett wasn't about to choose that. Instead she chose a very nice blue skirt and a white lacy top. The lace on the top was very similar to that on the bra, so they would meld together. The final effect was very nice, but couldn't match up to the sight of my love in lingerie. She kissed me and said "Have a good day with your friends!", before going down the stairs and out of the house.
A few minutes, and a few tissues later, I walked downstairs and ate my breakfast. Looking at the clock, I knew I had about an hour left before having to go out myself and wait for my friends at the airport. Marcus and Noam would be arriving a bit after noon and would spend a few days here before leaving for their week-long seminar in the city, about a five hour drive away. They were both old friends back from when we were all students in college, and we'd managed to keep in touch despite the distance. They had moved to Australia a year after graduating and had remained there ever since. I hadn't seen them in the flesh since about ten years, and it would be a welcomed change from video calling.
I knew both were looking forward to these few days here before the seminar, but for Noam it would be a much needed break from his ordinary life. Two months ago his long-time girlfriend left him for another man and he's been angry and bitter ever since. Coming here, seeing new faces and spending time at the seminar would do him wonders. At the airport, I was surprised to see him in a great mood, laughing with Marcus. As I looked at them, I tried to discern if Noam was high or something. It didn't look that way, but it was strange.
Noam looked like an american footballer: not particularly tall, very broad shoulders and big arms, most of his hair gone and a slight beer belly. Never in a million years would people guess that he, like Marcus, was a very successful biologist running an entire wing of a research centre. Marcus could look more different. He was very tall, rather lean and thin, had almost midnight black skin and kept his hair long and braided.
I grinned when I remembered Scarlett's question when I first showed her his picture. "Oooh... He's good looking! Is it true what they say about black guys?"
"Scarlett! Isn't that racist?" I asked, feigning distress.
Scarlett grinned. "You know what I mean." she sighed. "So, is it true?"
"Yep. I've seen him in the showers many times back in college. And in his case the myth is true... He has two nipples."
