A Virtuous Reality - Sex Stories

A Virtuous Reality

... spitting the minty foam back into the sink. She had already taken a quick shower that morning, finishing it off with some Jasmine deodorant and some rudimentary skin care. To complete the regiment, she slathered on some of her favorite watermelon body lotion, coating her arms and legs in a thin dressing as she let its power soak into her. Last came the standard blush of concealer, a subtle coat of amethyst lipstick, and a finishing application of her retina-stinging black eyeliner.

She didn't want to go all out today... She wasn't even sure she would be leaving the house... Still, she felt ten years younger, her complexion now amplified closer to her former youthful beauty. She smiled to herself, confident in her enhanced look and ready to face her family head-on. She let go of the sink counter with a final glance at herself, turning towards the walk-in closet connected to her bathroom. She stepped across the gray-tinted room, cold tile pressing into her feet as she crossed the threshold.

Her feet reached its warming carpet floor, flipping a switch as her eyes were greeted by rows of brightly colored and often neglected outfits. She had everything from her old party dresses to her professional work suits, every piece of cloth accompanied by fond memories and often inappropriate adventures. The walls were almost completely covered in compacted clothing, racks of worn-out shoes stacked neatly under them, and a large full-body mirror cutting down the middle of the room. ...

... It was the first thing that usually caught her eye in the morning, and now she caught herself staring at her reflection shining back from its glassy surface.

She stood herself in front of it, her double meeting her as she considered the appropriate attire for a day lounging inside her home. Her knotted towel had done the job up until then, but she doubted her kids would be okay with her walking around commando all day. She needed something casual and easy, something that would be comfortable and light... and without question, something that would hide her delicates. She pulled the towel away from her chest, letting it drop to the floor as she confronted herself in her full birthday suit, assessing her assets and how best to conceal them.

Her arms were slim with a bit of muscle from years of yoga lessons and Taekwondo classes, her shoulders hung flat into her chest, and her torso curved gracefully into a squeezed rectangular shape. Her outfit definitely needed to highlight those features, but it also needed to make room for her most popular assets. She looked down at them as they rested tightly against her chest, their presence always a hit with those who saw them... A modestly large pair of breasts.

Her bust may never have been as bountiful as her peers, a fuller D-cup crowned by tan, ghostly areolas, but if the number of stares she received were any indication, they were certainly desirable.... but despite their high demand, she still had plenty of other ways to get ...