The only way I candescribe it is to say she strutted into the center of the room anddid a twirl in front of me. When she ended up facing me she gave m...a withering look deep into my eyes and moved her hand to direct myattention to the fact that she was wearing the bracelet. I was notexpecting this. I was hoping to be able to initiate theconversation. I knew I was looking at a different woman than theone I had known for the last fifteen years. She had never made anentrance like that before. In. Egotism aside, Jo, viewing herself through the filter of that extremely healthy an oft times lecherous leaning male libido of hers, knew that she earned at the barest minimum, a solid rating of fifteen on a scale of one to ten. That's to say that Joe was not just cute or attractive or even pretty. She was all of those and more. She was gorgeous. Drop dead; balls to the walls gorgeous. Ever thankful of the fact that the heels' inherent magical wherewithal negated her having to fuss with perfume,. A light shiver runs through my body, though certainly not from cold. It is the brief flash of hunger that flashes in those eyes before me. Still I wonder if this could be a dream, a life-like fantasy of mine. Those I am so inclined to having. A stranger in my home, roaming my body with those piercing eyes, certainly I should be afraid. It is the kindness that follows your brief display of hunger that must have set my fears to rest. Without realizing, I gently wet my lavender painted lips with. She smiled encouragingly at him: ‘You’re brave — it took me two visits before I got that far.’ He felt a wave of gratitude for her understanding, then lay hurriedly down on his stomach next to her. He stayed in that position for a long time, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling of a pleasant breeze across his bare backside, stealing glances at her smooth body with its all-over tan, the golden hairs along her forearms, the slim but toned thighs and calves, and two lovely little dimples just above.