Her gown was too heavy, aggravating her skin. She needed it gone. With a thought, she was naked in his arms, his hands pressed against her bare skin, ...ough against her softness.He pulled away, hearing Laresa's murmur of protest at the loss of his mouth, his eyes roaming down the curvaceous body now bared to his sight. She was everything that the wet gown had hinted she would be but so much more also, satiny and sweet with a scent of cinnamon and sandalwood that seemed to perfume the air around. I held out my hands and she looked down. Just as she started to hold up her hand to mine, I let the keys drop and they fell ... slow...I turned and left her standing on the snowy steps. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I had to get to the house and a little snow wasn't going to stop me.I could feel my body pumping, running, moving. The roads were slick, but not enough to make me go sliding past the turn. I got past the bridge, past the slow rise and saw a horrific. "Hey!" I protested as I jumped back out of her reach."So you think you could be a model do you?" she asked and then after seeing my nod added, "Well, take of your pants then and stand over there." Then she turned and headed back to her easel."Nooooo way," I said to my cousins back. And yet, the truth was, the second she'd said the words I'd wanted to. I'd wanted my older cousin to see me naked... to see IT."Mr. Shy," she said derisively as she set a new piece of paper on her stand and then. "Okay." I trust you with the limits, just no marks, please," Maxine said, "So how do you want me?" Just the way you are, just slip your arms out of the straps. I want to be able to undress you myself."Maxine had been tied a few times before by a couple of different lovers so the awkwardness of first meeting someone that you knew you were going to have sex with was familiar territory. In her fantasies, all this was never an issue. The kidnappings and rapes and interrogations all happened without.