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Vida Guerra stood in front of her mirror, checking out her gorgeously curvy, busty figure and making sure her outfit was on point. She pushed a bit of her dark hair back from her tan skin, wanting to be confident she was dressed just right. Wearing a short grey dress that was delightfully tight around her famous curves, it had the added benefit of being quite stiff, the material silky to touch but firm and resistive, fighting the movements of her body. With it being so short, just long enough to cover her gorgeous round ass, it meant that if she sat down it retreated hopelessly up and gave everyone a view straight up her skirt. That was kind of the point of the dress though and why she wore it, it accentuated and highlighted her stunning feminine shape whilst making her look taller, the short hemline making her 5'2" figure look that little bit longer.
Small in stature she may have been but that was all; her fantastic 32D tits, slender, gym-honed waist and hard abs led into her phenomenal 37" hips and big round ass that so many people lusted after. With a final touch up to her make-up to leave her lips a deep, passionate red colour she pouted in the mirror and stepped away, ready to head out. She was going over to her friend Sophie's exes place to pick up some of her stuff after the break up since she didn't want to get face to face with him; it was all rather bitter. Vida reached down to tug her fishnets up a little at her knees before she kicked her feet into black Jimmy Choos, a classic stiletto with the bright red sole to tell everyone what they were. Immediately clacking sharply across the floor, the sound echoing from the walls of her plush L.A. home as she got ready to leave, glancing down at her cleavage and making sure her tits were on point.
It was quite simple really; whilst she was going over to pick up her friends stuff and they were newly split up, just a few days in it really, there was no denying the guy, Chris, was hot. He was good looking and in great shape, a good few years younger than herself and, from what her friend had told her, packing a big cock that had certainly kept her satisfied during their time together. Her friend had enthused about how he fucked her and the size of what mattered on several occasions, even going so far as to show her a picture after one too many cocktails that only served to make Vida very intrigued. She hadn't gone any further other than noticing him looking down her top on several occasions or sometimes checking her ass out when they'd been together though she'd never called him out on it or told her friend as frankly she loved the attention.
And right now she wanted to put that to good use as frankly she needed a good fuck. It really was as simple as that as all she seemed to be attracting lately were the wrong kind of men, none who could really give it to her and she wanted a good hard fucking. Her friend splitting from Chris simply presented a very timely opportunity and whilst she knew she would be seriously pissed if she found out she really couldn't help herself. She just needed it and didn't want the chance to pass her by, knowing she'd always wonder whether it would have been worth it; she rationalised that her friend had brought this about by telling her all about him after all and so shouldn't be entirely surprised she wanted to give him a test ride. That was her excuse at least. She intended to go over to him place on the premise of collecting her friends things, give him the come on and enjoy the ride if he took the bait -- she was sure he would.
She grabbed her bag and left her home, pulling the door shut behind her and clicking noisily over to her SUV on the driveway, hopping up into it. She had no hope of driving in her black stilettos and immediately kicked them off, throwing them over to the passenger slide as she slipped on a pair of old dolly shoes to drive, the comfy footwear doing the job nicely even if she did struggle to reach the pedals. The diminutive model headed out into the hellacious traffic around L.A. and made her way to his place, following directions her friend her given her when she'd asked her to go and collect her stuff. Vida knew where it was having been there a couple of times though it always helped to be reassured, struggling to stay focused on the driving as she negotiated the jams and tailbacks that ate frustratingly through time. Finally arriving at his place, she took a moment to calm herself, glad for the air conditioning that kept her cool in the scorching summer heat, the sun beating down on California unabated right now to push the temperature into the 90s.
Sliding her simple shoes off, she reached over and picked up her expensive Jimmy Choos again. They were tall, around 5" heels to push her petite form up to around 5'7" in total and it had the added benefit of making her already great ass look even better. Settling her fishnet-clad feet into the slutty stripper heels, the Cuban model checked her make-up in the mirror once more to make sure she looked absolutely tip top before she opened the door and slid out onto the his driveway, slamming the door as she looked up at the fairly impressive place. She'd never really cottoned onto what he actually did, only tending to hear exhilarating stories about his performance in the bedroom but it was clearly more than enough. She shrugged at whatever had happened between them, figuring she'd pick up her friends stuff as she wanted...after whatever else took place. Tottering to the front door and ringing the bell, she pulled her skirt down a little, not wanting to give the game away entirely when he opened the door.
"Hey...Vida," Chris said, a little surprised to find her waiting for him as he answered the door, big sunglasses obscuring her eyes.
"Hey Chris," she replied with a smile, finding him as tall and handsome as she remembered.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Just thought I'd drop in," she said with a smile.
"Really?" he asked, eyes already drawn down to her fantastic tits that strained at her dress, cleavage inviting and on display, something that didn't go unnoticed by the curvy model.
"No of course not, Sophie sent me over to grab some of her stuff," she said, smile turning to a grin.
"Oh right....yeah course," he said, catching on to why the curvy pin-up was at his place.
"Can I come in?" she asked, indicating the house behind him.
"Yeah sure, sorry," he said, stepping back and throwing the door wide for her to enter, sashaying past him and making sure to shake her ass as she knew he was checking her out as he closed the door in her wake.
"Nice place," she commented, glancing around as she folded her sunglasses into her bag. She'd been there before but it was what people said.
"Thanks, hope you found it alright," he said.
"I've been here before, Chris," she said with a slight giggle.
"Right of course, not for a while though," he replied, wishing he'd cleared up a bit before she arrived. She didn't care however.
"Not for a bit, no, but I found it alright. Personal mission and all that, I'm dedicated," she teased.
"Right," he smiled, "how's Soph doing?"
"Oh you know, she's alright, keeping a lot inside I guess," Vida replied. Sophie tended to complain without actually sharing anything, mumbling and grumbling as she worked things out for herself. Vida knew she'd hear more about it in time but right now she knew little about the details.
"Yeah she does that," Chris replied, raising his eyebrows with a slight shrug.
"What happened with you guys anyway?" she asked. Vida was a little frustrated at herself for asking that as it might derail the mood a bit, however she was curious and couldn't refrain.
