Mustard Magic
16 June 2022
Louise R stands barefoot on sun-dappled grass beneath a gnarled old tree, her platinum blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of white gold past her waist. A plunging mustard-yellow halter swimsuit clings to every lavish inch of her, the deep V neckline barely managing to contain the extraordinary volume of her chest while the high-cut legs show off the thick, shapely sweep of her thighs. Behind her a turquoise pool glitters in the afternoon heat, wooden loungers wait on a stone terrace, and wisps of cloud streak across a deep blue sky. Mustard Magic is a colour most women would think twice about, but Louise wears it like armour forged from liquid gold.
She peels the halter down and the tree's dappled shadows fall across her bare skin like lace, the sheer size and perfect roundness of her breasts catching the sunlight as they settle against her ribcage. Later she drops to all fours on the lawn, the golden swimsuit straining across her hips and the curve of her backside, her hair trailing across the grass like spun thread, the pool shimmering in the background. Louise plays every angle of the set with the easy assurance of a woman who has never needed to be told she is breathtaking. The mustard fabric lies crumpled on the lawn by the end, and the magic it promised belongs entirely to the woman who wore it.
