As the evening passed into night, the temperaturehad dropped, and I found myself huddling into the down-filled nylon. Too bad, I thought, that there w...re no bits ofwood up here in the cave for me to make a fire. I was juststarting to feel the heaviness of sleep begin to returnwhen, out of the corner of my eyes, I thought I sawsomething move. But when I turned toward the cave's wall, Icouldn't see anything unusual. Then again, I was confused bymy memory of the cave paintings that I had seen the. We’re in front of a nice, warm fire.’ Her beautifully manicured nails grazed his face, his chin. ‘I like your face Thomas’ Cherie said to him with a warm smile. ‘You have a nice, strong face.’ There was something magical about being with Cherie, Thomas knew. She made him feel alive. As she undressed him, she let her hands gently roam his skin, grazing his flesh. He literally tingled at every touch, responded to each soft caress. From time to time, she would lean in and kiss parts of his body.. After Ihung up, I got out my favorite toy and spent an hour orso on my bed, moaning and gasping while I exercised mymons, clitoral and vaginal muscles, getting ready foraction. So the next morning I showered and shaved my legs,underarms, belly and vulva, used some light perfume,inserted my diaphragm, stimulated my clit so it stooderect, fluffed up my hair and pulled on my brand newbabydoll pajama top. It was icy blue, spaghettistrapped and just about transparent, very frilly at thedeep hem. I scanned the page of my book, looking for where I had left off. I couldn't seem to find my place.The restaurant was suddenly as quiet as a deserted back alley."I am so fucking horny," she said.And just then Becky bustled in. "I'm sorry I'm late!" Her purse thumped on the table, and she ran her hands back through her dark hair. "Traffic was a disaster. It's raining, you know. I am so sorry I'm late."I stood and we kissed, just a peck on the lips, and we slumped down into our chairs. Becky was.