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Chapter 16 Part 2 Yoga Wear and Temptation
Seeing Annie clinging to her like a kitten, Serena couldn't help laughing.
"Annie, sometimes I really feel like time's stopped on you.
"You're only two years younger than me, but in looks and heart you're like a girl."
She teased, and Annie, hearing herself compared to a young girl after Serena had sidestepped the topic, didn't know whether to be shy or annoyed.
Her brows drew together, and she stared directly at Serena as if she might bite if Serena didn't answer her properly.
"Hmph, what do you know?
"This is called staying young at heart that way there's no generation gap with kids like Liam and his peers.
"You, Serena, are always so dignified and aloof like some high‑mountain flower.
"Who knows, maybe Liam already sees you as an old fossil."
Serena, unsettled by Annie's sharp look and pointed words, quickly pressed her hand over Annie's where it rested on her arm.
"Alright, alright, don't say that.
"Look at how old I am already; my body's stiff.
"There's no way I can do those yoga poses of yours…"
She tried every excuse she could think of, but Annie refused to give up.
In the end, under her relentless pestering, Serena finally agreed to give it a try.
At that, the faint crow's‑feet at Annie's eyes relaxed, and she clapped her hands happily.
She straightened and smoothed her clothes on purpose, her steps slow but full of a quiet bounce as she walked to her suitcase.
She carefully took out neatly folded yoga outfits, her fingers brushing the fabric, eyes full of anticipation.
But the moment she spread the outfits before Serena, Serena's usually calm face changed dramatically.
"This… is yoga wear?
"Are you sure this isn't lingerie?"
She stared, stunned and not without reason.
On the sofa lay two pieces of synthetic "yoga gear," but in essence they were nothing more than full‑body stockings.
One was black, the other white, and their design was quite similar to the one‑piece Serena had worn the day before.
The thickness of the fabric was uniform everywhere, crotch included, except for two floral cutouts at the buttocks.
Branches of the pattern extended along the inner thighs and spread into twigs and leaves at the crotch, just barely covering the wearer's privates.
The vines continued upward over the body, climbing to the breast area, circling each mound before finally blooming into flowers right over the nipples.
Only a few scattered floral motifs covered the critical spots; everywhere else there was just a thin veil of silk, leaving the body all but exposed.
Notably, the chest area was not a flat sheet like ordinary hosiery but specially molded into two protruding cups, roomy enough for H‑cup breasts and allowing the garment to hug and display them perfectly.
"Ah, Serena, you just don't get it," Annie said.
"This custom yoga wear isn't just breathable; it's skin‑tight, with top‑tier elasticity and stretch.
"You can really feel yourself merge with nature when you practice in it."
"And… are you sure I'll even fit into this thing?" Serena asked, still uneasy.
Before she could protest further, Annie thrust the white one into her hands.
"We're built about the same. If it fits me, it'll definitely fit you.
"Stop dawdling or we'll miss the prime time for yoga."
Pushed toward the bathroom, Serena could feel regret bubbling up, but she didn't want to spoil Annie's mood.
So she resigned herself to putting on this so‑called yoga outfit.
A little later, in the living room
Sunlight bringing a faint warmth filtered through the sheer curtains, breaking into soft, scattered patches of light that drifted slowly across the yoga mats laid out on the floor.
In black yoga wear, Annie knelt with her knees bent, adjusting her breathing.
Light fell across her open shoulders and neck, gilding even the weave of the fabric with a soft gold.
She was warming up, waiting for Serena to come out.
Serena stepped from the bathroom, fingers toying nervously with the floral patterns on her outfit.
Just imagining how she must look was enough to bring flush to her cheeks.
She moved to Annie's side and spoke in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
"Can we start?"
Annie rose, pushed lightly off her toes, and stood straight in front of her.
Pure sunlight now contrasted sharply with the indecent sight of the two women in the room.
Serena wore the white one‑piece stockings.
Her black hair was pinned high, with just two wisps hanging by her ears.
Her two watermelon‑sized breasts strained against the silk, falling in natural teardrop shapes under gravity, hanging heavily at her chest.
White floral patterns circled her dark areolas, doing nothing to cover them.
Instead, they made the almost half‑breast‑wide black rings look even lewder.
At the peak of each dark disc stood a black "pearl," like a ripe fruit growing in a thicket of dark petals, exuding a mature, heady sex appeal like aged wine.
One look, and it was hard to look away.
The mature fat at her waist refused to be tamed by the stockings.
Layers of soft flesh stacked under the white silk, inviting the eye to explore.
The vine‑like patterns led the gaze down to the blooming garden a pool of ink‑black, thick with hair, sprouting from the rich soil of her mound.
Two thick labia looked as if they'd been soaked in ink, dark as a black hole that let no light escape.
Stains of black spread from the center of her cunt, smearing all the way back to her anus and drowning the entire cleft in shadow.
The few white flowers there were powerless to cover that devouring darkness.
In contrast, Annie's body looked like that of an eighteen‑year‑old girl, with not a hint of stubble pink and plump enough to drip juice.
Her silver waterfall of hair was coiled at the back of her head, her swan neck held high.
Below it, her delicate collarbones made her look like a carefully carved porcelain doll, spotless and pure.
Her bell‑shaped breasts, no smaller than Serena's, draped forward across her chest with even more spread, their flat, wide lay hinting at irresistible softness.
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