It’s a hot day. We’re resting on the couch. I’m wearing a rose-colored silk nightgown and you’re in your underwear. I slide off the couch and stand up in front of you. I turn around with my back facing you. *There’s something unmistakably arousing about turning around, knowing your eyes are on me.*
I slide the straps off my shoulders and the nightgown falls to my ankles. *I like feeling silk slide on my skin; it makes my hair stand on end.*
I’m not wearing anything underneath except thin black lace panties. I bend over and step outside my gown.
I feel your hands grab my waist from behind but instead I pull you up and off the couch.
We stand close together and your hand grazes my thigh, gliding upwards. You feel my breast, gently massaging it. *You know I like your gentle hands caressing me.*
I remove your underwear and lay you on the floor. I insert my index finger into your mouth and explore your mouth. Your lips roll over it and let go of my finger reluctantly. I take my finger and trace my lips with it.