Xia Ling bit her lip, gradually relaxing, and glared at Wang Xiong in the mirror. "If it weren't for you, I would have been changed already."
"I didn't do anything." Wang Xiong raised his hands, looking innocent.
Xia Ling glanced back at him. "Don't you dare mess around!"
At that moment, her profile was perfectly displayed under the light: her high nose, slightly parted red lips, and her beautiful, watery eyes all exuded the charm of a mature woman. A few strands of hair playfully fell from her updo, adding a touch of languid elegance.
"..."
Wang Xiong remained silent, stunned by the sheer beauty of Xia Ling's glance back.
It was a scene that would make any man's heart race: a mature and elegant woman, her skin completely naked, turning her head with the most graceful posture, a hint of anger in her eyes. Her fair skin shimmered under the light, her full breasts appeared even more prominent beneath her bra, her long, shapely legs were nervously pressed together, yet the pubic hair still peeked out, revealing her beautiful curves.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
"You stand still," Xia Ling said again.
She gently picked up the matching champagne-colored lace panties, and as she lifted her toes slightly, the panties slowly rose along her beautiful legs, the soft fabric gently clinging to her private parts.
Just as Mom was about to put on the champagne-colored ultra-thin stockings, Wang Xiong inappropriately opened his mouth again: "Sister Xia, you're too slow. Let me help you."
"No...no!"
Mom bit her lip, a hint of wariness in her brows, but a trace of panic inadvertently flashed in her eyes.
"Hehe, just teasing you," Wang Xiong chuckled.
Mom turned her head and quickly put on her underwear. Her reflection in the mirror showed her: the champagne-colored lingerie set clearly outlined her shapely figure, the semi-transparent lace subtly revealing her full breasts and vulva, her body lines absolutely perfect.
Mom sat elegantly in the vanity chair, her slender fingers carefully unfolding the 5D ultra-thin champagne-colored stockings. Under the light, the stockings were almost transparent, as light as a thin mist. She first gently rubbed the stockings to make the texture softer.
Starting from her toes, Mom's movements were extremely gentle. First, her right foot. Her fair, delicate foot slowly slipped into the stockings, the silky touch causing her to involuntarily curl her toes. Next, her slender ankle. The stockings clung tightly to her skin, like a soft veil slowly rising.
The soft rustling sound was particularly clear in the quiet dressing room. Xia Ling's fingers traced the curve of her calf, smoothing the stockings inch by inch, ensuring there were no wrinkles. As the stockings enveloped her beautiful calves, the slight touch seemed to leave a silent tremor in the air.
Upon reaching her thigh, Xia Ling's movements became more careful. Her long, slender fingers gently pulled at the edge of the stockings, ensuring they evenly covered every inch of her thigh. The stockings conformed to the curves of her legs, neither too tight nor too loose, perfectly highlighting the smoothness of her skin.
Finally, she gently pulled the stockings up, the bodycon design perfectly hugging her hips and waist. Facing the mirror, Xia Ling gently turned her body, ensuring the stockings evenly and smoothly covered every inch of her curves. The ultra-thin fabric made the stockings feel like a second skin, shimmering with a delicate pearlescent sheen under the light, adding a layer of hazy beauty to her legs.
"So beautiful," Wang Xiong exclaimed sincerely, his voice tinged with a barely concealed breath.
Xia Ling's eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She could feel the constricting effect of the stockings, a feeling of being perfectly wrapped that both reassured her and filled her with a strange sense of shame. The champagne-colored stockings blended perfectly with her fair skin, the glimpses of skin making them even more alluring.
After putting on her stockings, Mom's slender fingers gently caressed the champagne-colored evening gown hanging to the side. Under the lights, the fabric of the haute couture gown seemed to flow like champagne, exuding an air of nobility. She carefully removed the gown, the soft fabric swaying gently in her hands.
Mom gently unfurled the gown; the skirt cascaded naturally, the fishtail design outlining an elegant curve. The embroidery on the hem shimmered like stars under the light, adding a touch of ethereal beauty. She took a deep breath, lifted the gown above her head, and gently let it slide down.
The silky fabric slid slowly down her body, sending a subtle shiver down her spine. The delicate teardrop-shaped opening at the chest perfectly accentuated her collarbone, revealing glimpses of her mature femininity. The open back design revealed her snow-white back, her beautiful shoulder blades resembling angel wings.
However, when Mom tried to zip up the back, she found she couldn't reach it. She hesitated for a moment in front of the mirror, her pearly teeth lightly biting her red lips, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.
"Wang…Wang Xiong," Xia Ling called, turning around.
"What is it, Sister Xia?"
"Help me zip up the zipper." Xia Ling's voice was barely audible.
"Hehe, you should have said so earlier, Sister Xia."
Wang Xiong seemed to have been waiting for this moment. He quickly walked behind Xia Ling, looking up at her smooth, white back. His fingers had just touched the zipper when his other hand suddenly wrapped around her slender waist!
"Ah…" A soft moan from Xia Ling pierced the ambiguous air in the dressing room.
Through the thin fabric of the dress, Wang Xiong could clearly feel the softness of Xia Ling's body and its warmth.
Mom trembled, her voice filled with panic, instinctively trying to break free: "You...what are you doing!"
"Sorry, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong chuckled, releasing her grip. "I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't help myself, hehe."
Mom glared at him. Although she had long been prepared for Wang Xiong to take advantage of her, she still frowned, forced to adopt the authority of a female CEO to keep this little pervert in stockings in line.
"Hurry up, zip it up!"
Mom's tone carried an unyielding command, momentarily stunning Wang Xiong.
"Sister Xia, don't be angry..." Wang Xiong muttered softly.