Ian trudged up the stairs of his loft to the bedroom, where his clothes and Stephanie lay. He strode quietly across the room to his dresser, where he ...emoved his pants and underwear, as quietly as possible and proceeded to put on new pajama bottoms. He was startled slightly when he heard, a voice murmur behind him. " Now there is a sight for sore eyes."He turned around slowly to stare at Stephanie, not sure if he heard her correctly. " Say again" he said quietly..." I said Ian, there is a site. You're the only person I've been naked with since I hit puberty." Why don't you mind being naked in front of me?" There are several reasons, actually. The primary ones are that number one, I feel safe with you. The other is that I fell in love with you the third day I knew you." Jesus, Sam, I'm almost old enough to be your father." Bullshit! You're only eight years older than me. Besides, do you really think age makes any difference in how someone feels about someone else?" No, I really don't.. “If that’s what it takes to get you to unwind, do it,” she replied, surprising me. “Hell, I know twenty attractive women who would line up to just be seen on your arm at an event. I’m pretty sure they would all screw you senseless by the end of the night as well, except a few that are probably dead-ass fucks.”Her jocularity made me laugh.“I don’t think I need a bunch of gold diggers chasing after me.”“That’s what I mean,” she interrupted. “So, what if they are gold diggers? If they are. But... who would want to.The nectar of Champagne was truly something that could only be appreciated in the depth of a lover's embrace. She was vibrant and yet her essence was reserved, a treasure to be sought after. As if it were buried in the depths of the ocean, in the cargo hold of a long-abandoned vessel.As he strove to plunge his tongue into her steaming depths, he watched as the lean muscles of her torso writhed erotically to the stroking of his greatest asset, his tongue.Long ago.