Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt. Each motion was a ritual with her. From the first they had established this part of the affair and she never liked to leave it out. When the shirt was undone she let him pull it off and went back to work on the stiff buttons of his jeans. As she undid them she was aware that he wore no underwear, her fingers brushed against the hot flesh and the stiff hair but she wouldn't let herself touch him. Not yet!
When the last button was undone she hesitated for a second. His hands came back to her shoulders and she felt the firm pressure. She sank to her knees in front of Terry, her fingers caught his jeans and pulled them down. She could hear the cloth rustle in the darkness. At his feet, she helped him out of his shoes and socks before she pulled the trousers fr
