The cloth moving over her hair made it even further mussed it, and made it wilder and sexier than usual.The cloth moving over her hair made it even further mussed it, and made it wilder and sexier than usual. But her hair was not what he was concentrating on. No, definitely not her hair. The removal of the dress revealed a one-piece garment, not unlike what he would picture Scarlet O'Hara as having worn. True, it was black and that's not exactly what he would picture the southern belle in, but close enough. It cinched in her waist and emphasized her already hourglass and substantial figure. At the top, her breasts were half-bare, and the nipples peeked out over a tiny edge of pink lace. He rested his hands lightly at her waist and noticed her red-blonde hair peeking out at him from below. This garment, whatever it was, ended just below the hip and there were garters descending down her legs (black and pink garters, no less!) and hooking into sheer black stockings. How could he have not guessed that something like this was waiting under that much-loved but demure dress, he wondered. His hands forced her to turn around, and the back of the undergarment revealed that that was just as bare. Her rounded rear protruded invitingly and he smoothed his hands over the cheeks. He teasingly ran a finger up between her cleft and felt her tense under his touch. He turned her back around, pulling her close, and ruling her with his cool touch. She melted against him. She could feel the protrusion of his penis pushing against her, and she realized that he was still wearing his cotton undershorts. |