Picking her up, I carry her to the table and sit her down in one of the chairs. She lets her dress fall to the floor and looks up at me with eager, expectant eyes. I cup her sweet face, knowing I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the sight of this sweet, young woman sitting naked at my dining room table with her knees spread wide.
She gives me a shy smile and reaches up hesitantly to the buttons of my shirt. With shaky fingers she starts to undo them, looking up at me to make sure it’s okay. I give her a wink and take off my suit jacket, tossing it onto the table beside us. When she’s unbuttoned my shirt, I slip that off as well and toss it aside. Her breath hitches as her eyes run over my bare chest. Her shaky fingers run over my pecs before traveling lower. She lets out a soft moan
