Natasha saw my embarrassment and burst into giggles. At home, she usually dressed casually. Today, she wore only a tight white tank top, revealing most of her smooth, fair skin. Her chest displayed a deep, enticing cleavage, and it seemed she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her full, ample breasts pressed tightly against the fabric, making it hard for me to look away.
Her lower half was clad in ultra-short black denim shorts, paired with sky-blue flip-flops. Natasha, tall and statuesque at 5'7", had her long, slender legs on full display.
Her long hair was pinned up at the back with a butterfly-shaped crystal hairclip, giving her a youthful, vibrant look that was still undeniably sexy and mature. Though Natasha was thirty-two, to me, she looked no older than twenty-five.
Perhaps because of her influence as I grew up, I found myself more drawn to mature women than to girls my own age.
"Little punk, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. What do you know at your age?" Natasha said with a laugh. Even so, she stepped out of the room.
As soon as she left, I hurriedly grabbed some underwear from the wardrobe, threw on a T-shirt and beach shorts, and headed downstairs. Natasha had already served my breakfast and placed it on the table, eating hers alone with graceful, delicate bites. To me, even the way she ate was captivating. I usually sat next to her, but today, still embarrassed from being seen naked, I took a seat across from her.
Natasha's cooking was excellent, and the food smelled delicious, but I had little appetite, my mind still replaying the earlier scene.
"What's wrong, Ash? Is my cooking not good today? You're usually wolfing it down, but now you're eating so politely!" Natasha said, looking at me with surprise.
I had to admit, a beauty like Natasha could make any expression utterly captivating.
I looked up at her, and our eyes met. My heart suddenly pounded fiercely. After a moment, I managed to say, "No, no, your food is as delicious as ever. Maybe I set the air conditioner too low last night, and my stomach's just a bit off." To hide my embarrassment, I told a small lie.
"If you're not feeling well, you should see a doctor. Don't let a small issue turn into a big one! I was planning to take you shopping with me later, but if you're unwell, stay home and rest," Natasha said, her voice full of concern. She didn't seem to doubt my excuse.
Miss a chance to go shopping with Natasha? No way. I flashed a grin and said, "Natasha, shopping with you is one of life's greatest joys. I wouldn't miss it for the world! Besides, it's not a big deal, and I'm already feeling better. Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Natasha didn't enjoy big malls. She loved the bustling pedestrian streets, where her presence always caused a stir. People often bumped into poles while staring at her, and men shopping with their girlfriends or wives couldn't take their eyes off her. I frequently heard the sound of men getting slapped by their partners on the street.
"Good, then. But today, we're not going to the pedestrian street. We're heading to the Friendship Store to buy you some clothes!" Natasha said. When it came to buying things for me, she always chose high-end malls. I wasn't fond of their outrageously expensive items, but Natasha always said a man's clothes don't need to be flashy or trendy, just tasteful.
I didn't know much about fashion, so I just went along with it.
After breakfast, Natasha changed into a black Dior dress, its hem just grazing her knees, showing off her fair, shapely calves. She swapped her flip-flops for a pair of high-heeled sandals from some brand I didn't recognize, making her already beautiful feet even more striking.
Natasha grabbed her handbag, put on sunglasses, and smiled at me. "Are you really going out dressed like that?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "If I wasn't worried about embarrassing you, I'd probably go like this. But the sun's brutal today, so I'll change into jeans." I ran upstairs, swapped my shorts for jeans and shoes, and came back down. I'm just a student, nothing odd about dressing like this. What, was I supposed to wear a suit?
Natasha's car was a red Audi TT, a two-seater. As soon as I got in, I caught a refreshing whiff of her favorite perfume. I knew it well, but to me, no perfume could compare to Natasha's natural scent.
She started the engine, turned on the air conditioning, and zoomed out of the garage like an arrow, the engine's roar filling me a guy who can't drive with a sudden urge to try. I looked at her with envy, thinking how great it'd be if I could drive.
Natasha seemed to read my mind. As she drove, she grinned and said, "What? Thinking about learning to drive to pick up girls?"
Her words made me blush furiously. Honestly, nothing gets past Natasha.
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