Her movements were fluid. I had turned on the music she liked to make love to. She wore the outfit she was sure would tempt me. I pushed off the frame... silently stepping behind her. Her breath caught, the pulse in her neck fluttering wildly. My hands gripped her hips, my erection tight against her ass. I slid my hands up her sides and over her shoulders. My right hand slid down her right arm, pulling the spoon from her hand. I laid it down on the stove. My fingers laced through hers. My other. One Sunday afternoon, she mentioned her parents were gone on a cruise and she was at home alone. I invited her over for margaritas and she quickly accepted. Even though I prefer a margarita on the rocks, it was so hot that I made up a blender full. Of course, I made them rather strong, hoping to get her tipsy. I showered quickly and Rhonda came over to my house. She really loved the margaritas and was hitting them pretty hard and I could tell by her laughing and body language that she was. You’ve pictured a tall, sexy, athletic woman, and it’s gotten you aroused…’ WildRose was suddenly very glad of her mask, because she was sure her cheeks were bright red. She was glad Sharpe couldn’t hear any of what was going on, either, because Mistressmind had gaydar beyond any girl’s wildest dreams, and she wasn’t sure she wanted her disembodied partner to know she was a lesbian. It was the one thing WildRose could reasonably expect wasn’t on a database somewhere for her to find. ‘Oh, yes, I. Let's go and get it."We went upstairs and she got out a gorgeous fire-engine red cocktailfrock, spaghetti straps, flared skirt to mid-thigh, a sort of flamenco-style ruffled hemline and it's going to be mine, all mine. Just seeingit made me greedy, my presshhious! I stripped off in a hurry and put iton, with her zipping me up at the back. It looked great. She gave me apair of matching four-inch sling-backs and I primped and preened andcat-walked around the bedroom, arms akimbo, and posed while.