It was midafternoon and the sun was shining brightly in the clear skies overhead. Ms. V.'s long, caramel colored legs glistened in the sunlight from her tanning oil. She was sunbathing while naked and stretched out comfortably on a pool chaise. The sun caused her jet black hair to shimmer blue as she gently moved her head around. Her naked body was practically perfect, her smooth skin looked photoshopped, and certainly didn't reveal her age. Not many women looked this good at forty-nine or, to be honest, at any age.
Raphael watched her intently from the kitchen window. She had a phone pressed to her ear and was slightly nodding. He knew she was speaking with Dr. Singh, most likely about Amber's test results from the previous day.
Raphael watched for any body language clues that might reveal whether she was receiving good or bad news. Her legs kept shifting, her hand traced along her collarbone and she seemed to be talking animatedly. It was always hard for most people to tell what Ms. V. was thinking. Raphael had to pay attention to a lot of subtle details but he did that with everyone, anyway. He met Ms. V. during the beginning of his high school years, a little over twenty years ago, and knew her better than anyone.
Ms. V. was sitting upright now, her back completely straight and her free hand was mindlessly rubbing her thighs. Clearly, she was very interested in whatever was being said over the phone. Suddenly, she turned her head toward the kitchen window, looking straight at Raphael. Though she couldn't see in, she knew he was standing there, watching.
Raphael had been in the middle of making lunch when the phone rang earlier. He answered the phone, Dr. Singh had asked for Ms. V. so he took it out to the backyard. He had dutifully returned to the kitchen but his mind was racing with curiosity. The sounds and smells of lunch cooking faded into oblivion as all of Raphael's attention became focused on Ms. V.'s face.
He was incredibly anxious to hear the results, though he knew Ms. V. wouldn't share everything. He saw her wrapping up the conversation and eventually hang up. He quickly grabbed a tray with some ice water and walked out to the backyard.
Raphael put the water on an end table next to Ms. V. and freshened up her champagne flute from a bottle that was in a nearby ice bucket. The pool filter gurgled quietly, causing ripples to break the glossy smooth surface.
"Lunch will be ready in another fifteen minutes or so." Raphael said, hoping Ms. V. would divulge information without having to be asked.
Ms. V., her cat eyes focused on colorful flowers in the distance, picked up the glass of water and took a small sip.
"She sounds perfect! Dr. Singh had very good things to say about our little Amber. You chose well!" Ms. V. was beaming.
Raphael felt a sense of relief and joy wash over him. He was fairly confident Amber would be healthy but he knew Ms. V. had other high standards, as well.
"Bring lunch outside for me, today. I want to continue enjoying this beautiful day."
Ms. V. inhaled deeply and then exhaled with satisfaction as she stretched out again, laying comfortably on the chaise. Her body was shining bright in all of its naked glory. Even though their relationship was never sexual, Raphael still appreciated Ms. V.'s good looks.
"Sounds good!" Raphael smiled and nodded, turning to walk back into the house.
"Oh! Raphael, I want you to go and give Amber the news. Pick a mask from my collection and take it to her for the party! You can stay however long you want but remember, I need the Anderson's video package by early tomorrow morning. Also, make sure you get ALL of those confirmation e-mails and contracts for everyone who's working the party this weekend. I want definitive numbers tomorrow, as well," Ms. V. gave her instructions with her eyes closed as her face was turned to the sun.
"Of course. Thank you, Ms. V.," Raphael replied.
He tried to contain his excitement as he practically ran back into the kitchen and hurried through the rest of the lunch preparations. His mind was already next door as he was excited to have some freedom to go visit Amber. He also knew he had a lot of work to do that night but the party was going to be better than all of the countless others he's helped Ms. V. organize. Raphael scarfed down his food after serving Ms. V. and went to grab the mask for Amber that he was already picturing her wearing.
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Amber had been feeling incredibly nervous all morning. She wasn't sure when but she knew she would be receiving the results of her doctor's visit sometime soon. As much as she tried to keep herself busy, she found herself constantly looking at the phone or out of the window in the direction of Ms. V.'s house.
The phone finally rang, causing Amber to jump into the air. She had been sitting on the couch but she quickly scrambled over the top of it, jumped down and ran toward the ringing phone. The socks on her feet caused her to slide across the tile as she picked up the cordless phone from the kitchen.
"Hello?" she tried to sound casual while catching her breath.
"Hey, Amber! It's Raphael. I was hoping I could come over in a bit, if you're free?" his friendly voice came through the phone clearly.
"Of course! When were you thinking?"
She was smiling big while dancing across the kitchen floor.
"How about in thirty minutes?" he asked.
"Sounds good! See you then."
"See you soon, Amber."
After putting the phone back in its place, she made a bee-line for the staircase. She hopped up the stairs, taking two at a time, and went directly into the guest room she's been staying in. Her eyes scanned the room and she was happy to see everything was clean but Amber still wandered around the room, rearranging everything, making sure it was all in order.
She decided to light a few candles that had a subtle, delicious scent. Amber then quickly opened nearby drawers and got some clothes out as she was only wearing underwear, a camisole, and ankle socks. She slid a pair of black yoga pants up past her thick thighs. The material was cozy and the mirror confirmed that it made her ass look amazing.
Amber noticed, in the mirror's reflection, that her nipples were trying to poke through the silky camisole. She bit her lip while admiring her reflection as she was very tempted to wear only the camisole without a bra or T-shirt but wondered if she was brave enough. She felt more comfortable dressed as she was, instead of cocktail dresses, but she would still feel exposed around other people.
Ultimately, she decided she wasn't feeling so bold and changed into a black bra with a soft T-shirt over it and put the silky camisole back in its drawer. She wasn't sure why she was still nervous wearing revealing clothes, especially considering how much she enjoyed being naked, but she couldn't help it.
Amber padded across the soft carpet, into the hallway and made her way into the bathroom. She started brushing her teeth while further inspecting her reflection in the mirror. While looking at her face, her cute, straight nose almost touched the glass. Her skin was perfectly clear other than the freckles scattered throughout her face and her blue eyes were innocently staring back. Amber rinsed her mouth, put her toothbrush away, finished cleaning herself before having a final look in the mirror, and nodded in approval.
Amber went back downstairs and waited in the living room for Raphael to arrive. A grandfather clock was audible as each second slowly ticked by. Two loud bells rang out, announcing it was two o'clock PM and Raphael was due to arrive at any minute. The sound of the second hand seemed to grow louder, so Amber plugged her phone into the audio system, and adjusted the volume to a low level so it would play only loud enough to drown out the clock throughout the entire house.
As soon as Amber started to anxiously pace around the living room, a knock was heard on the front door. She rushed to answer it, using her socks to skate across the tile and wooden floor. Amber pulled the door open with a smile and a gust of wind caused her curls to slightly blow back.
"Well, hello!" Raphael smiled brightly, showing his dimples and teeth.
He quickly looked at her, up and down, admiring her lovely face and short, curvy frame. The yoga pants really were flattering.
