It was 8 p.m. on a Saturday night when Amara strolled into the living room, her bare feet padding on the hardwood. Zesai sprawled on the floor in front of the TV, remote in hand, eyes glued to some action scene. She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him for a sec before speaking.
"You're not heading out again tonight, Zesai?" she asked, her voice soft but curious.
He glanced up, "Nah, just gonna chill with some movies I grabbed."
She stepped closer, "Staying home all the time's gonna turn you into a boring lump, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he shot back, laughing. "What about you? No big night out with Tony?" His tone dripped with sarcasm.
Amara rolled her eyes, "Tony's history. We called it quits—didn't work out."
"Oh, damn, that's rough," Zesai said, his voice fake-sad, but his grin gave him away. "Guess you're stuck with me then."
"Yep, pure torture," she teased, faking a groan. "What're you watching? Maybe I'll crash your little movie night."
He held up two DVDs. "Got Action 2—you know, Jack, 'I'll be back'—and some romance thing the video store guy swore was good."
She wrinkled her nose. "Not big on all that action, but the romance one might be my speed."
"Come on, let's do both," Zesai said, sitting up a bit. "You watch Action with me, and I'll sit through your sappy chick flick. Deal?"
"Deal," she laughed. "I'll grab some popcorn and drinks. Give me a minute to change into something comfy—I'm not watching movies in these jeans."
"Hurry up, I'm dying to see Jack blast some heads off," he called after her, chuckling.
She groaned loud, tossing him a playful glare as she headed upstairs, her ass swaying with each step.
A few minutes later, Amara came back, balancing a big bowl of popcorn, a glass of lemonade for Zesai, and a bottle of wine with a glass for herself.
She'd swapped her jeans for a pair of purple silk pajamas, sexy as hell. The V-neck top dipped low, showing off her fair skin and the tops of her medium-sized breasts, firm and round, jiggling free underneath.
Her big brown nipples poked at the shiny fabric, rubbing against it with every move, sending little sparks through her chest. The baggy shorts hung loose on her curved waist, brushing her full, round ass, bouncing slightly as she walked and between her thighs, her shaved pussy pressed against the silk, the smooth mound extra sensitive from her fresh shave. She loved how the fabric slid over her puffy lips, teasing her with every step.
She plopped onto the sofa, "Ready when you are," she said, pouring her wine.
Zesai was fiddling with the DVD player when Amara walked in, and he had to look twice. From his position on the floor, he had a perfect view right up the leg of her baggy silk shorts. He got the closest view that he had ever had of her vagina.
Her foot was on the coffee table as she leaned over to the side to pour a glass of wine. That caused her legs to separate, letting Zesai see her entire pubic area. He could see her smoothly shaven outer lips and the wrinkly, pink inner lips hanging out. The sexy display only lasted a few seconds but was enough to give Zesai an erection and fuel his fantasy for days to come.
"Popcorn's hot," she said, her voice snapping him out of it.
"Sweet," he managed, grabbing the lemonade. "You look… uh, comfy."
She smirked, settling onto the sofa. "Better than jeans, right?"
"Hell yeah," he said.