Thread: My Aunt's Neighbour [Acitar & ScifiNudist]

Okay, great! she beamed. She left him to finish his watering and hopped back up on her deck and slid the glass door behind her. She dropped the towel off in the bathroom, the book on the coffee table and her sunglasses on her dresser up stairs. Most of the half hour was taken up with makeup and haircare. She was a fan of vintage styles, particularly the vivid colours of the sixties. She used green and a little yellow eyeshadow, feathered and faded to her skin tone at the edges. A pale, pale pink lipstick to excentuate the colours of her eyes and other features. She checked the results in her full length mirror, striking a pose and running her fingers through her hair all the way down to her mid-torso. She had kept it up while sunning and jogging but now let it down straight, cascading over her shoulders. She would be cutting and dying it soon for her cosplay and wearing it larger. She'd added a tiny bit of rouge to her nipple to nake them rosey and stand out. For her outfit she had put on a thin, long gold necklace that looped once close around her neck and once more in a large length that hung down in front of her, sometimes framing her breasts, sometimes brushing against her nipples, sometimes bunching in her cleavage, depending on her movements. She also had an aquamarine beaded bracelet on her right wrist, and a matching anklet on her left ankle. Something else... She fished around in her jewellery box until she found some cheap, gold coloured clip-on rings. Her blatant exhibitionism, and Dan's obvious appreciation, demonstrated by his raging erection, had her admittedly excited, and she teased and stroked at her erect nipples and protruding lips until her nipple were rock hard and her labia flushed and exposed. She clipped little gold rings to either nipple, shook them a little to see if they'd stay in place - fished out a pair that would hold tighter. She moaned slightly as the rings pinches her excited nipples - and moaned more so when she pinched her prominant cliteral hood with a third ring. She hopped up and down on her bare feet to make sure the rings would stay. One of these days she would get over her fear of needles to get more than her ears pierced. She put on a pair of cold hoop earings. Looking down at her bare feet, remembered she had some cleopatras, soleless sandles that would decorate the tops of her feet while still letting her be barefoot, that matched her anklet and bracelet... somewhere... she wrapped them around her angles and stetched the weak elastic, covered in teal, gold and aquamarine beads, over the tops of her feet and around her middle toe on either foot. The part of the cleopatras that looped around her ankles had little gold tassels that looked lovely when her legs moved, and even jingled a little. She shook her leg in the mirror and grinned. She heard a knock at the door and whirled her head to look at the clock. It seemed it was only a few minutes ago she had left Dan in the yard. She hadn't even put the kettle on yet. She went down stairs, picking up stacks of papers - manuscripts, form letters, contract drafts - as she went, and piled them on her desk in her office before answering the door. She opened the door and gave him a big smile. Hi, Dan, welcome! I was just about to put the kettle on, come in. Her living room was '60s modernist, all pastel and technicolour highlights on white and beige with egg chairs, sofas and lamps and small abstract art installations made of simple, angular geometric shapes. Her sofa was a blocky, red leather settee, her television, though a modern flatscreen, was in a retro '50s style TV cabinet though larger than any ever made at that time in order to accomodations the large screen with side compartments housing sterio, turntable and even an 8-track player. Under the TV, the entire base of the TV cabinet was dedicated to storing a small part of her vinyl collection. Her coffee table was a clear glass tabletop with white metal legs. Her floors were hardwood, and she had a white shag area rug in the middle of the room. On her walls, she had movie posters from the 60s and 70s - Eugenie, Barbarella, Run Pussycat Kill Kill!, Forbidden Planet, La comtesse perverse, Goldfinger. Take your shoes and socks off before you come in, she said as went to the kitchen to put the hot water on for tea. And close the door, don't let the cool air out, yeah? Are you hungry? she called from the kitchen. A little way in from the front door was one of her clear glass memorabilia cases with models of classic spaceships - from the Friede to the Galactica, from Superman's Kryptonian escape pod to the Galactica. On one shelf she even had an authentic Star Trek communicator and phaser pistol prop, right beside an orginal metal Robbie the Robot toy.