Again, Mark was curious but he trusted her so he nodded in agreement.
Tina took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. Mark had been in
her room before but tonight was different. The lights were off and
there were dozens of lit candles around the room and soft music coming
from her CD player. Tina led Mark to a settee in the corner and
motioned for him to sit. He started to speak but Tina put a finger
over his lips and shook her head ever so slightly. She walked to the
other side of the room and put her glass down on the dresser beside her
full-length mirror. Mark could see her front reflected back toward him
from the mirror and her back as he looked across the room.

Her face was a delicate oval, with soft brown eyes with the longest
lashes you can imagine. Her high cheekbones needed little blush as
they were perfectly formed and her skin was a soft looking light brown
smooth complexion. Her sandy colored hair swept to one side and
reached to her shoulders. Her ass was high and firm and she was tall
for a woman, 5′ 8″ in stocking feet but just now she was wearing
tapered jeans and high heeled boots that made it seem like her legs
went on forever. Her breasts were high and firm and needed no bra but
Tina liked her underwear so she usually wore one. What very few people
knew or ever saw, as Tina was a conservative dresser was that she had a
very firm muscular abdomen from hundreds of crunches and push-ups each
day.

As Tina stood in front of the mirror she seemed to forget about Mark
sitting just a few feet away. She began to unbutton her blouse and
untuck it from the waist of her jeans. As it opened fully, Tina used
both hands to smooth and massage her way from the tops of her breasts
over the front of her now visible black lacy bra and down her ribs and
toned abs. It was as much a stretch as a massage and she sighed as she
pulled her shirt off and draped it over the top of her dresser.

Mark was staring at her incredible body. His erection was pushing
painfully against his jeans as he sat motionless, barely able to breath
from the beauty and sensuousness.

Tina made no notice of Mark as she sat briefly on the edge of her bed
and removed her boots and socks and slid them under the edge of the
bed. When she stood she again admired herself in the mirror and ran
her hands up and down her torso. She continued this for a few minutes
as her hips swayed slightly to the music. Periodically, she would
slide her hands inside the waistband of her jeans and rub from side to
side as if to massage away any lines the jeans may have left on her
soft skin.