Abla rips the pretty wrapping from the box Alex has just given her. She loves surprises and she loves presents and she just can't wait to see what he had got her. She opens the box and smiles to herself when she sees what's inside.
"You sneaky..." she playfully punches her boyfriend on his extremely toned arms. Alex throws his head back and laughs heartily. He expected the exact reaction from her and he is amused at how well he knows her.
"You went ahead and bought it?" Abla laughs as she holds up the skimpy little number.
Alex had found the miniscule, see-through, strapless cocktail dress on the web and told her she'd look sizzling hot in it. She'd said she wouldn't know where to wear it to and she'd thought that was the end of the matter.
"Just wear it darling, you'll look ravishing in it. Even if you don't wear it anywhere, just seeing you in it will make me happy." Alex gives her his best pouty expression. Abla laughs out loud and acquiesces.
"Well, I am all about making my man happy." She takes the dress and heads to the bathroom. Alex slaps her playfully on the bottom as she passes him.
Abla is in the bathroom. Changing into the sheer fabric turns her on. She smiles at her reflection,
"Damn girl, you do look hot!"
She gets an idea and bites her lip mischievously.
"Uh, Honey, you might want to sit down for this," She says to him from the bathroom.
Alex licks his lips and smiles excitedly. He sits in the large armchair in their room and calls out to her through the bathroom door,
"I'm sitting, babes. Come out let me see how gorgeous you look."
Abla slowly opens the door. She's wearing one of Alex's shirts over the little black number. Leaning against the door jamb, she bites her lip. The twinkle in her eye tells Alex he's in for a very, very pleasant evening.
Abla pushes herself off the door jamb.
"Music," she says in her sultriest voice. Alex obediently reaches over and turns on their iPod. Robin Thicke's 'Sex Therapy' begins to play. Moving just a little slower than the slow tune, she starts to dance. She runs her hands through her hair, allowing them to slide down her neck to land on her breasts; she fondles them for a second before her fingers slowly undo the buttons on Alex's pale blue shirt. First button, second button, third button, by now Alex can see the black dress peeping out from under the shirt Abla's wearing.