Note: Thanks to all the readers that have made it all this way! I'm fully aware that writing a 10th part for a series isn't the best way to get high read counts and feedbacks, but I really like these characters. This is currently the last part of this series, so I won't post a new one in a while. Then again, Scarlett has a way of popping into my mind, so we never know!
Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks!
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Ever since hooking up with Scarlett, I've often had the pleasure of waking up in the morning to see her dress. This morning was such a morning, yet it was also different. When I woke up, the first thing I could see was Scarlett's unique body, completely naked, glowing pale white while being backlit by the morning sun. She was standing with her left side towards me, her breast squeezed in the crook of her arm.
That breast was, at first, the very center of my attention. Her breasts were big and firm, bulging outwards and upwards as if held by silicon. But there wasn't a trace of silicon inside her. At least not when she wasn't using one of her dildos! I often feared that one day I would wake up with another woman in my bed and that Scarlett and her breasts would prove to be nothing but figments of my own overly creative and ambitious imagination. They were just too perfect.
But I never "woke up", and Scarlett kept on giving from her breasts to her mouth, to her ass, to her smile, to her eyes and that remarkable person that I was still discovering. Scarlett was very different from me, yet we could be the poster child for "opposites attract". She was wild, free, creative and bold, while I was a lot more introverted, intellectual and home loving. Somehow though, it worked between us.
Right now I couldn't see her nipple as her arm, angled upwards from her elbow, was hiding it. Looking downwards instead, my eyes jealously followed her silhouette all the way to the small of her back, the deep inward curve highlighting her small waist. And then her curvaceous buttocks surged outwards, arcing until they met with her smooth, rounded thighs. I say rounded but Scarlett's thighs weren't big, they were just smoothly rounded all the way to her knees.
A sigh from her lips brought my eyes upwards again and I saw why she was holding her arm like this. She was staring at her engagement ring. The one I had given to her, the one she had happily accepted. Taking a slow deep breath, I said, "Having second thoughts?"
Scarlett turned her head towards me and smiled a soft smile. "Silly man. Of course not." But then her expression changed. "And it makes me afraid." she said in a small voice.
After that she sat next to me, forgetting the fact that her nakedness would severely affect my lucidity. Luckily for me, it wasn't a conversation during which I would have to maintain a high level of argumentation. Instead she told me again just how stunned she had been by the whole engagement. Not by my question, but by her acceptance. Scarlett was a convinced feminist, albeit a peculiar one. Still, the idea that marriage was enslavement had been hammered into her head so many times that she was still shaken by her own "Yes".
Scarlett leaned to kiss me on the lips, stood up and took her sweet time getting dressed. She was perfectly aware that this was one of my favorite moments of the day and she was gracious enough to prolong it when she could. After spending a few minutes rummaging through her many boxes of lingerie, she finally chose a deep blue set I had but rarely seen.
It was the Prima Donna True Romance set, a gorgeous matching pair with a fitting name this morning. She slipped on the panties first, taking the time to caress her legs in the process. As I looked at her fingers sliding on her pliable skin, all I wanted was to do the same. But I resisted the impulse and kept watching.
When they were in place, she turned this way and that, pretending to look at herself in the mirror. The back of the panties was a thong which barely hid anything. The swell of her bubble butt was fiercely highlighted, the blue thong a slash of contrast between her remarkable curves.
The front of those panties was an almost completely transparent lace of fine blue flowers, with bright white flowers as highlights on her hips. If Scarlett hadn't been flawlessly shaven, her bush would have been visible through the lace. But she was and I could see the top of her pussy peeking before the opaque crotch hid the rest of it.
Up top, the bra was cut from the same transparent lace with a lot more of the white flowers highlights. Compared to most sexy bras, it was transparent all the way down to the underwires. The very top was embroidered with very delicate blue flowers that showed more skin than lace. Lower the lace was thicker; it had to be to contain Scarlett's considerable and heavy breasts.
Yet despite the denser lace, her two pale pink nipples were clearly visible through the lace. There were also a few bright white flowers matching the ones on her hips as well as a few more adorning the straps. All in all, it was a gorgeous set and it displayed and enhanced Scarlett's stunning body.
Scarlett then slipped on a very old and tight pair of blue jeans with a rather simple white shirt. Scarlett often liked putting incredibly fine and sexy lingerie beneath very ordinary clothing. I asked, "Wanna put one of my baseball caps to go with this?"
"You have those?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, in a box in the trunk of the Charger."
"Perfect!" she said before kissing me goodbye.
I stretched and grinned as I heard her close the door behind her, feeling my erection rubbing against the sheets. But this morning she hadn't left me panting with desire. Instead, she had woken me up about two hours ago for a relentless cowgirl ride that had left me drained, giggling and contended. I had fallen asleep immediately afterwards. As I was getting out of bed I simply felt happy and found myself unable to stop smiling. That incredible young woman was going to marry me!
