We rose unsteadily to our feet, her dress clinging to her, transparent in the moonlight Her nipples still erect as we strolled, arms locked in eternal...embrace, towards our room.She sighed softly. "That Jacuzzi is going to feel heavenly now".We walked across the soft grass, the evening breeze chilling her through the thin chemise.Inside the room, I turned the water on to fill the Jacuzzi, lighting the candles that surrounded it. The room glowed with soft candle light as we slowly slipped into. Wool jackets and mid-length skirts... but at home... God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing wrong with anyone's body, she thought to herself. Hell, everyone has one. But she knew it was. Her arms rose over her head where she draped them behind his neck, giving him total access.His work on her nipples quickly sent heat rushing to the juncture of her thighs, need and moisture pooling to dampen her thong. It had been so long since anyone besides herself had given her pleasure and she panted in need and enjoyment.A hand left off playing with a peak to skim down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties to tangle in her damp curls. Her gasps and sighs turned. ‘It’s nice, Philip,’ she said, looking up at him, ‘I like it.’ He thought about humiliating her with something like, ‘You’ve seen enough to know,’ or something, but he didn’t have the heart for it and stayed silent. She put her head along his pants, feeling him on her cheek through his jeans. He knew the way this was going and decided to stop. He couldn’t lose control now. ‘Get up.’ He didn’t bark it but it was clearly an order. She groaned in disappointment. ‘Turn around.’ She did. ‘Close.