Damnnnn, Mary thought with wonder, she had one fine ass. It was bigger than she’d expected. Apparently, a female body in peak condition was not a body that looked like a skinny boy’s body minus the penis as all of today’s models seemed to have. Who knew?
Shaking her head, Mary turned back around to look at her front again. This time she didn’t just look though. Releasing one edge of the T-shirt, she slid that hand over her body, running it lightly over smooth, taut skin, amazed it didn’t all disappear and turn into the body she’d become used to.
“Oh, mio dolce Dio.”
Mary jerked her gaze upward at that comment and positively beamed at Dante’s reflection when she saw that he’d returned, and that he was staring at her with a combination of shock and pure unadulterated lust. Apparently, he hadn’t expected to return to find her feeling herself up, she thought with amusement and slowly let her T-shirt drop back down as she turned to face him. “Dolce means ‘sweet’ in Italian, yes?”
“Si,” he breathed, staring at her chest as if he could see through the cloth.
“So you said, ‘My sweet God’?”
“Si,” Dante repeated and started forward. Mary immediately grabbed the door and swung it shut in his face. Just before the door closed, she saw shock claim his expression as he realized what she was doing.
“You said you were hungry. Go eat,” Mary ordered as she locked the door. “I’m all greasy and want a shower.”
“But Mary,” he groaned. “Sei cosi bella mia uccellino. Permettetemi per lavare la schiena.”
Mary raised her eyebrows at the sudden spate of Italian. She didn’t understand a word of it. She’d only understood the dolce Dio thing because she’d seen La Dolce Vita several times on the Classic Movie Channel and had been curious enough to look up what it meant. As for the Dio part, well, everyone knew Dios mio meant “oh my God,” didn’t they? Although she suspected that might be Spanish, but she’d always heard that the two languages were quite similar.
She started to turn away, but curiosity got the better of her and she asked, “What did that mean?”
“‘You are so beautiful, my little bird. Let me wash your back,’” he translated. “Please, Mary.”
She hesitated briefly, but when she’d run her hand down her body, it had come away feeling slightly greasy. The only thing Mary could think was that during the turn the nanos had probably forced a lot of gunk out through her pores or something. That was a guess, however. She’d have to ask Dante about that later. In the meantime, she wanted to be clean, and knew without a doubt that if she let him into the room, cleaning would be the last thing to happen.
“Next time,” she said softly, quite sure he’d hear, then turned and walked over to open the shower door and turn it on. She adjusted the knobs until the water temperature was to her liking and then closed the door again and whipped off the T-shirt she wore. Letting it drop to the floor, Mary grabbed one of the rolled up towels on the counter and slung it over the shower door. She then glanced over the selection of tiny bottles on the counter and selected the body wash, shampoo and conditioner, then carried them into the shower with her.
Mary was usually quick about her showers. “Get in, get it done, get out” had always been her motto for showering. Today was the exception. After years of not bothering to look at her body, today she inspected every inch of it, starting at the top. Much to her surprise, this peak condition came up short in a couple of areas. For instance, she hadn’t suddenly sprouted lovely longer legs. Mary supposed she could live with that however, considering her derriere was now so awesome. Sadly, another thing was that, while she hadn’t had to shave her legs much at all since going through menopause, she’d now sprouted five-o’clock shadow all over them. She looked like a damned porcupine, and wasn’t that sexy?
The only bright side Mary could think of for that situation was that it was all just stubble and not two or three inches of extra hair growth like on her head. That would have been a horror to find for sure.
Once she’d finished cleaning and inspecting herself, Mary used the shampoo and conditioner, and then opened the shower door. Stepping out, she called out, “Dante can I use your razor?” as she grabbed the man’s travel kit that had been set on the end of the counter. Something fell to the floor as Mary snatched up the kit and she glanced down to see that it was exactly what she needed, a razor.
“Everything I own is yours, mio amore,” Dante assured her through the door as she set the travel kit back on the counter and bent to retrieve the razor. She was walking back to the shower when he added, “But I do not think Russell and Francis brought me a razor.”