Jessie cleared her throat and waved the drawing in front of Bruno, grinning mischievously.
"You might want to get ready for more than just a reunion, Bruno. And don't worry, once Beauty sees this, and I revealed who her designer was, she won't know what hit her. You might end up unzipping that outfit for her."
Bruno ran a hand through his hair, a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
Jessie winked.
"I prefer the term genius. Now, I will take this to the designer to make it into a real dress."
The water turned off, and Beauty stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hair dripping and still damp.
She quickly patted her hair dry with a towel, feeling the chill of the cool air against her skin.
Wrapped tightly in a short peach towel that hugged her body just above her bosom, she felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Hearing the front door click shut, she assumed it was Bruno leaving. With her heart racing, she hurried down the stairs, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden steps.
"Jessie, why is he leaving?!"
With her long, wet hair clinging to her pale shoulders and a towel barely covering her massive bosom and lower abdomen, she hurried down the stairs.
The towel, wrapped tightly around her, did little to hide her curvy frame, her thighs were exposed, smooth and chubby, her skin still glistening from the shower.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes locked on Bruno, who was still standing in the living room.
For a moment, she froze, realizing it was Jessie that left, and her breath caught in her throat.
Bruno, too, stood paralyzed by the sight before him. His eyes roamed over her body, the curve of her waist, her exposed thighs, and the way the towel hugged her figure tightly.
She looked beyond beautiful...she was utterly seductive, and Bruno couldn't help but feel a surge of desire pumping up his shaft.
He could feel himself hardening
His thoughts spiraled uncontrollably. She's so damn sexy, he thought. Every inch of her body seemed to beckon to him in ways. Her damp hair framed her face and neck, giving her an irresistible glow.
The towel struggled to stay in place, and for a moment, he feared it might slip, his heart racing at the idea.
Although, it will be nice to get a glimpse, he thought.
Beauty's eyes widened as she came back to her senses. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Oh my God," she stammered, feeling completely exposed. "Sir Bruno... I-I didn't know you were still here!"
Bruno swallowed hard, struggling to maintain control. He tried to avert his eyes, but they kept finding their way back to her body.
"I-uh..." Bruno began, his voice hoarse. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward yet captivated. "I didn't mean to...stare...it was unexpected"
His words trailed off as he realized there was no good way to explain how entranced he was by her.
Beauty felt her pulse quicken, but she had a voice reminding her that this isn't the first time he is seeing her naked, so it's no big deal.
"It's alright Sir Bruno, besides, you've changed my clothes twice now," Beauty said with a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "I guess it's nothing new to you."
Bruno, who had been staring at the floor to avoid the awkwardness, looked up shyly.
His face was slightly flushed, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.
"Yeah... but it was different," he mumbled. "I always made sure it was dark in the room when I did that."
His confession hung in the air for a moment. Beauty's brow furrowed, confused.
"Dark? Different?" she repeated, her voice soft but curious.
Bruno shifted uncomfortably, and tucked his hands into his pockets.
Slowly he lifted his face and met her confused gaze.
"Yeah. I made sure the lights were off so... so I wouldn't see anything."
His eyes darted away as he added, almost sheepishly, "But now... well, you're in broad daylight."
Bruno said trying to be polite, but his smirk says it all. He enjoyed the view.
Beauty's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks burning.
She knew she couldn't stay there any longer because of the embarrassment. Without another word, she turned and rushed back upstairs to her room, holding her towel tightly else it would slip off.
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Bruno, now alone in the living room, took some steps back in shock until he was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down.
But his mind was betraying him, spinning a vivid and seductive scene that he wished could have happened minutes ago.
He imagined Beauty walking slowly down the stairs, the towel still clinging to her damp skin, her steps were sexy. Water droplets from the shower tracing the slope of her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and further, with the towel only covering her nipples.
Beauty will bite her lips sexily as approaches him, swaying her hips with a seductive glint in her eyes, like she knew the effect she had on him.
Her damp hair cascades over her pale shoulders, sticking to her skin like silk, framing up her face in such a way that she looks like a goddess.
She will then stop in front of him not too far and her eyes will lock with his, filled with the same hunger he felt.
Her lips, slightly parted, would call to him without words, then her fingers slowly undoing the knot. Teasing him, until the towel slipped down, revealing the fullness of her breasts and her curves.
That would make his breath hitched at the sight of her body fully exposed, her smooth, chubby thighs beckoning him closer. Her skin, still slick from the shower, would be cool under his touch, soft like velvet, her curves calling him to trace every inch.
He would, of course, accept their invitation!
And reached for her waist, gripping her with a kind of possessive need that left no room for doubt. He will lean in, his lips grazing her neck as he inhales her fresh, clean scent, mixed with the faintest hint of something floral.
His fingers would slide up the smooth line of her back, memorizing every dip and curve as they pressed against each other.
Her breath would hitch, just like his, she would make soft sounds and pull him closer, her hands tangled in his hair.
His mouth will find hers in a kiss so heated it would set his whole body on fire.
The feel of her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her, the soft sounds she'd make as they stumbled toward the nearest wall or bed, too lost at the moment to care where they were.
His lips trailing down her neck, her breath and soft cries hot in his ear.
The room would feel like it was spinning, from the tension of their love making. He imagined the taste of her and the way her fingers would curl into his hair, pulling him closer, moaning to his touch and telling him places she would like him to taste.
Bruno shook his head, trying to rid himself of the fantasy, but it was too late. He was hard like a rock and painfully tight.
He bit down on his lip, his hands gripping the edge of the table in front of him to steady himself.