Mariah tilted back the glass, and the last drops of wine washed over her lips and down her throat. It was almost time. She set the glass down next to her half eaten dinner and made her way upstairs. When she stepped inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, and kicked off her heels.
Next, Mariah undid the zipper down the side of her black, form fitting skirt. She untucked her shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and slipping it off, tossing the white garment onto her lounge chair in the corner. The skirt slid down her legs onto the carpet. She stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. The clock was ticking. She didn’t have time to make everything nice and tidy.
She undid the clasp of her bra while she padded toward her mirror. It landed on the floor as well, and was quickly joined by her thong.
Mariah examined her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her pale flesh, accented with freckles, caressing the firm round flesh of her breasts. Her hands then reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her thick red hair cascade down her shoulders in a silky display of sensuality.