I let her guide me.
Slowly we make our way.
To her bedroom.
The window curtains are drawn here too, so that the light is the dim glow cast through them. Candles are lit on the two night stands and her dresser.
She leads me toward the bed. Each step raising the heat within.
Her hand lets go of mine, and she turns to face me.
She slowly begins to pull up on her dress.
I stand transfixed.
Shaking.
Is this real?
Is my idea of the perfect woman about to reveal herself to me.
Fully.
The hem raises, and her gorgeous legs are suddenly uncovered.
Higher.
Thighs bare themselves.
My breath quickens.
Suddenly the juncture comes into view.
The soft whiteness of bare skin.
The pewter colored tufts of glistening blades, dew bedecked and shiny.
Lips pouty, swollen, and unfolding like petals on a flower.
Giving way to the softness of her flat stomach. Her small insie, an eye in the center of all that softness.
Stomach giving way to the swell of her ribs.
Her ribs giving way to the swell of her twin mounds. Each capped with a hard, swollen, dark pink nub, framed by two perfect pink circles that act as targets for those two sexy points.
Suddenly my face was covered. I inhaled, trying to ingrain her scent. The scent that permeates the thin material that had so recently covered her lusciousness, flung over my head.
