He let her hand go and she slid off the pale table. She stopped in the middle of the pool. She caught me looking there and opened her legs to my gaze. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. He walked the three steps to the pale table she sat on. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. I didn't expect more. She stood, trembling on her feet. That's what I want of you, princesa. |