Bethany
She let out a soft sigh, but got up and locked the door. "She's going to be back any minute."
"Dinner was at seven and Matt's there. She'll be back at ten and not a minute before."
Bethany started to protest, but he cut her off. "What are you wearing? Give me details so I can imagine it."
"A yellow sundress." She climbed back onto the bed, her voice shaking slightly.
"And underneath it. Tell me what you have on under your pretty dress." His voice was steady, the lust in it ever-present.
"A pair of white panties."
"No bra?"
"No. It doesn't really allow for it. I had on a bathing suit top earlier, but it's off now."
"Mmmmm. I love your breasts. Tug your top down and slide your hands up your ribs, cupping yourself. Let it be my hands, baby. Tell me how much you can hold, Beth
