I arrived at the address she had given me. It was a rather large house, though it seemed small compared to the very wealthy neighborhood.It was nestled in a quiet, out-of-the-way corner of the city. Likely a place with cheaper rent, though I couldn't say for certain.
I rang the doorbell and waited, anxious for a response. Shortly after, the door opened, revealing a surprising sight. A stunning woman stood before me, dressed in nothing but a white t-shirt that reached down to her knees. The thin fabric gently hugged her curves, subtly highlighting the silhouette of her breasts, while the tips of her cute hard nipples were visible.
Her smile was a blend of mystery and sensuality, radiated an irresistible charm. And the gentle breeze in the air carried her intoxicating scent, rapping the moment in an almost otherworldly allure.
The world seemed to slow down as I became immersed in her presence, a pulsating desire growing within me. Especially after being left frustrated by a certain redhead earlier, my mind seemed fixated on this moment.
Our eyes met, and her expression revealed a subtle confidence, the kind of confidence that comes with knowing she was beautiful and aware of the power she had over others, yet without a hint of arrogance.
"Sorry for my overly casual outfit. I was in my studio until just a little while ago, and I usually work dressed like this," she smiled.
As she spoke, my attention shifted to her shirt. Then I noticed, besides her nipples, there were faint specks of paint scattered across the fabric.
"But we're friends, so I guess it's no big deal, right?" She leaned toward me, making her breasts bounce beautifully.
"Yes, no problem," I replied, caught off guard, averting my gaze somewhat shyly.
The fact that she had a studio at home was something Isabel had already mentioned to me, even sending me a photo. Besides having a mini beauty salon, the girl had a mini art studio in her house.
Her residence was large, with two stories. On the second floor, she had a compact kitchen combined with a dining area, along with two bedrooms: one for herself and one for guests. All the remaining space on the first floor was divided between her studio and the beauty salon.
In any case, upon entering her home, the first thing anyone would notice was her beautiful garden. It was enchanting, despite its small size, and immediately caught my attention. It showcased an exuberant palette of colors, with delicate flowers, each competing to be the most vibrant and captivating.
Walking among the plants, I could feel the pulsating energy emanating from them, as if each flower were a tiny source of life in itself. The diversity of shapes and sizes created a dynamic and engaging landscape, as if I had entered an enchanted realm where nature expressed its creativity without restraint.
Once again, the gentle breeze worked its magic, carrying the garden's aroma to me and enveloping me in it. The delicate perfume of roses blended with the sweetness of violets, while the freshness of lavender danced with the citrusy scent of begonias.
Amidst this spectacle of colors and fragrances, I felt enveloped by a revitalizing calmness, as if the garden itself exuded a rejuvenating energy. I was completely mesmerized by the place.
"What do you think of my garden?" Isabel approached me.
"It's enchanting," I said, inhaling deeply, allowing the scent to fill my being, "and it smells amazing."
"I'm glad you like it! I love working with natural fragrances. I plan to make perfumes in the future," she said happily.
Excited, the girl wandered through her garden, introducing me to some of the flowers. Then she pulled me close, pressing her breasts against my arm while pointing to a small blue flower.
"This one has a strong aphrodisiac scent. Want to smell it?" she whispered in my ear in the most sensual voice possible.
A warmth spread through my entire body as I felt her soft touch against my chest.
I wouldn't stay shy forever. I might have been caught off guard at first, but this time I smiled, looked directly into her beautiful eyes, and responded confidently:
"Only if you try it with me."
Isabel took a step back at my reply, subtly declining. Still, she kept a teasing yet friendly smile on her lips.
"I like it better when you're embarrassed," she joked.
"I wouldn't call myself a man if I backed away from such a beautiful flower before me." I lightly touched her face, making her look at me. I leaned in as if to kiss her but, at the last moment, moved slightly to the side and brought my nose close to her neck.
I let the sensual scent of the girl envelop me, transporting me to another world. Then I stepped back, looked at her with a smile, and said:
"Your perfume is amazing. I don't think there's a more aphrodisiac scent in the entire world than yours."
Isabel brought her hand to her lips in surprise, lightly touching them with her fingertips. Her gaze held admiration, curiosity, and even a hint of shyness, but she didn't seem disappointed at all.
Finally, her small lips curved into a smile that I had a hard time deciphering. It was at once mischievous, revealing happiness, shyness, and malice. It was undoubtedly a mysterious smile, but somehow, I knew Isabel would reveal the mystery at some point.
Looking at her and recalling my encounter with Lucia earlier, I thought I should be patient. I returned her smile with one of my own, then stepped back, confident it was the right decision.
"Shall we head to the salon?" I said, giving her the opportunity to either continue the sensual mood or end it.
"Let's go!" she replied enthusiastically.
I followed close behind her as she hummed a tune, explaining a few things:
"I've never done this kind of work for a man before, so I had to do a lot of research. But I have many great ideas."
She truly loved fashion, as became increasingly clear the more excitedly she talked about the options she had thought of for me.
To start, she cut my hair. I admit I was a bit worried, but it turned out great.
Since I had mentioned needing to attend Amber's event soon, she was already intent on giving me tips and options for both a formal event like that and everyday wear. She also said she could help me just before the event to make sure I was well-dressed.
She even explained how to style my hair for different effects. Of course, as everyone knows, hairstylists use magic when doing someone's hair, so it's impossible to replicate at home, but I could get close enough… on good days.
She also gave me a fake watch, as I wouldn't have the money for a genuine one. It looked very nice on the outside, which was perfect for me. What else would I need a watch for, after all?
The girl also insisted on teaching me how to conceal dark circles with makeup, saying it would be essential. Beyond that, she said she could make a few touch-ups, but nothing too critical.
Isabel also complimented my cologne, saying she probably wouldn't need to advise me on that front. All I could think was that my friend had done a great job.
In short, the afternoon was endless, filled with an abundance of tips to the point where I completely lost track. Luckily, she sent me notes on everything afterward.
By the time I finally left, I was exhausted but walking with excitement. My day off had been invigorating up to that point. Thinking about this, I wandered toward my home, distracted.
It was during this moment of distraction that a shadow passed by me. Before I could react, I collided with a small girl who was walking just behind it.