It took only a little bit of scanning the endless sea of leisurely wandering bodies before your eyes settled over a particularly energetic woman pacing over by a few landscaping plants. Was she ok? Maybe she needed some help? Taking a moment to compose, you set off across the hall and began weaving through the cross-crossing traffic of nearly naked pedestrians busy enjoying each other.
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As you got nearer you finally got a clearer look at her - she was a shorter woman with raven dark shoulder hair tied up in a sleek bun, wandering back and forth in front of some potted palm trees with her thin eyebrows arching in a quizzical frown and her big brown eyes watching the floor with a cute yet intense concentration. Taking the opportunity to look further down, you couldn’t see why she might be so anxious. Her body was pretty well taken care, her glowing mocha tan skin contrasting with the pearly white of her modest bra and her panties concealing a pretty astounding set of hips to die for. Sure she was older … late 30’s, maybe 40’s … but she certainly didn’t look it at all.
Why was she like this, then?
“Hello ma’am?” you blurred out, not wanting to interrupt. She seemed to be lost in her own world.
“Ma’am, are you ok?”
This time she heard you, and as her eyes rose to meet yours her expression changed from worried concern to almost relief. Her smile widened the more she looked up at you before her full lips swept back into a dazzling self confident smirk … maybe you should start worrying about yourself?
“Oh you were talking to me? So sorry. I was thinking a little harder than I meant to there. I’m Mia!”
She held out a firm welcoming hand as a gesture to come closer.
“You seemed rather upset, Mia … is everything really ok? I can try to help if you like.” You offered, trying to reassure her of your own ability whilst having no idea of what you could actually do.
“Oh? How would you like to help me, then?”
Dang. She called you out.
“Well … uhhh … hmm, you got me”
Her eyes began sizing you up before once again looking at you directly, a brief flutter of nervousness as she scanned your own features looking for something.
“Well, tell you the truth friend I’m a little tired of this crap!”
You thought she had snapped at you a little with the passion of her accent but it turns out really she was waving her arms around to highlight herself - was she really that unhappy with her body? Everything about her was pretty - you couldn’t believe it!
“I’m just so frustrated the more I keep thinking about it, and I think the reason why is …”