I stared her down and waited for her to make the first move.
Her eyes were still wet, but now that she had a chance to get me back, her tears had ceased. She pulled the gray sweater over her head, revealing a black bra underneath with a single strap. She reached behind her and unclasped it, the material falling to reveal her perfect t**s.
I’d missed those t**s. The n*****s were hard, probably because she was nervous and her skin was cold with her back to the fire. I propped my arm on the armrest, and I touched my jawline as I watched the show from the front row.
She unbuttoned her black jeans then stepped out of her boots, returning to her normal height of a mere five feet. She was a petite little thing. I usually preferred taller women because it was nice not to bend my neck down all t
