Then she said, “If you look around you can see it all from where you are sitting. Of course, you can’t see the bedroom. I intend to take you in there after we finish this bottle of wine.” She stood and crossed to her entertainment center. She put on some music that was of the romantic jazz genre. As she stood with her back to me, I was trying to imagine what she would look like once she disrobed.
She turned and somehow read my mind.
“You’re trying to imagine what it’s going to be like when you and I put our naked bodies together, aren’t you?” she asked.
This usually does not happen to me, but I felt a slight flush of embarrassment. “Yes, I was admiring your body. It’s quite beautiful,” I remarked.
“But you haven’t seen it in its entirety,” she stated.
I took a few seconds to colle
