Jen Roza awoke one Friday morning feeling the best she had in days. She felt up to anything, and she felt like she could look even more perfect than she felt then. She was right, and even right out of bed was an exquisite beauty. Confirming this by getting up out of bed and walking with her regular slightly swaying gait over to her full-body mirror, Jen did as she always did after waking up.
She put herself in her most seductive pose and raked herself up and down with critical eyes. She always started at the top and worked her way down to the bottom, pointing out every error she could find and then fixing them, even though it could sometimes take hours. Today she stuck her hip out to the left, showing part of a generous butt, and leaned her upper body slightly to the other side while putting one hand on the hip that was outwards.
She also spread her legs just wide enough apart that she caused eyes to glance towards her womanly parts, and put her shoulders back far enough to make her all natural 40DD breasts clearly visible but not obnoxious. She tossed her wavy brown hair with streaks of shining blonde over her shoulder, but left enough still in front to drape over her right breast, slightly tickling and giving her a small bit of hardness to her nipples as she breathed.
She started immediately after that, and her eyes focused on themselves, and Jen was struck, as she was every day, by her gorgeous green eyes that reflected the light perfectly while still retaining an intoxicating quality that was really the reason why so many people wanted to get in Jen's pants.
She then moved slightly downwards, to her barely open mouth surrounded by perfect, full lips that she licked every once in awhile. That mouth had been in many places, doing many things, and Jen smiled at the thought, revealing white, straight teeth that had been achieved through braces when she was eleven, and dedication to having a flawless smile. Her eyes settled farther still, on what Jen considered her best quality- her breasts.
As mentioned before, they were 40DD and natural, which was a rare trait, and better yet, Jen always made sure that her cleavage was available to look at by anyone who wanted to. Now she wore a bra from Victoria's Secret that showed off most of her boobs, and even though the straps hurt, Jen was use to it, and swore she would never get a breast reduction. Her toned skin below her breasts was fine as well, and Jen flexed her abs, showing a finely muscled core, but not disgustingly so.
She swayed her hips that stuck out the perfect amount, and turned around to look at her second-best quality- her ass. Her butt wasn't ridiculously jiggly, but she could really work it if she wanted to. Its arc was so elegant that the mere sight of it reduced most men, and lots of women, to staring idiots unaware of their surroundings. Jen's long legs were incredible that day, the way the morning sun shone on them perfectly accentuated the graceful curves of her thighs that swept down into calves that were as finely exercised as her abs.
Her examination complete, Jen declared that day successful so far, and went into her closet to get dressed for work. When she came out, she looked even more stunning than she had before. Despite the fact that her top that showed a little of her belly and lots of her breasts and her bottom that hugged her ass like it was the last lifeboat on the Titanic pushed the dress code a little too far for most people's likings, her 50-year-old boss with absolutely no chance with Jen was ridiculously infatuated, and let it slide.
Jen wondered, as she ate her breakfast of steel-cut oats with strawberries and a cup of hot coffee, why she went to so much trouble to look nice. It wasn't like she had anyone to impress, after all. The true love of her life had been discovered to be cheating four days before they were to be married, a year ago when he was forty-nine, a bit old, but Jen was fine with him until then. Jen was revolted at his unloyalty, as was his son from a previous marriage, seventeen and in his junior year of high school at the time.
Jen believed that unfaithfulness was the worst thing you could do to someone outside of murder, and obviously the man's son was too, as he had decided that he would like to stay with Jen, if it was okay with her. Jen was delighted to take in Ben. After all, they had grown especially close in the time of Jen and his father's relationship. Jen decided not to pursue custody, because Ben turned eighteen two months after that incident, in July.
His father had been one hundred percent fine with this agreement, saying that if his own son didn't want to be with him then he could do whatever he wanted. Jen pushed her thoughts back to her own question, and realized something so simple she laughed. She was Brazilian, of course. Her mother was an immigrant to the U.S.A. when she and her parents were robbed by a street gang who threatened to burn down their house if they didn't hand over all their money. Jen was four years old when it happened, and remembered none of it.
Luckily, her parents made a fortune by investing in Microsoft, and after her father landed an executive position at the Brazilian Embassy, their money troubles were solved. Jen had lived a happy life ever since, and as she grew to the age of sixteen she began to worry. Her developing body was already attracting attention of men way above her age, which went against everything she believed in. What could she do about this predicament other than wait, her friends told her, and at least she never had the problem of finding a boyfriend.
Her friends were right, and when she went off to college and finally lost her virginity, she was happy about her assets. Jen loved sex from the first time she had it, and she embraced her body, as any good Brazilian girl would do. Jen also believed that her body was a gift from God, and she thought that anyone had the right to look at her body, or at least however much was exposed. This belief helped with her now day-to-day struggle, which was to find a sexual partner.
