Bedtime Story

Randi

Dammit, I'm horny... she thought, lowering her eyes to her drink, almost afraid to look at him, afraid he'd see...see right through her...like he did before...

She remembered his lips against hers, his tongue...

Mmmmmmm....she felt the tingle between her legs, growing...the heat so pleasantly unbearable...

Bitch in heat... she smiled and sipped her drink. That's how she felt, animalistic...almost...felt the cold champagne hit the back of her throat...whooo...

Smiling again...knowing how champagne affected her...just seemed to turn things up a notch...or two...
 
Thomas -

Thomas remembered how champagne mad her lose her inhibitions and hie mind drifted to time together, times alone.

He remembered how she liked him between her legs, between her lips. His tongue teasing her clit, dancing around it playfully. He remembered her back arched, pressing her womanhood against him, begging for more, to be touched, to be loved.

Thomas winked over his glass at her as their glances crossed briefly.

Soon he began to make his way to the stairs and the seclusion of the second floor.

Once again their eyes met and once again an unspoken desire crossed between them and he quietly drifted up the stairs.
 
Randi

Dammit....

There he goes...

and if I follow...


Randi casually crossed to the champagne table, winking at Dr. Nerrick, pianist extrodinaire, who was manning the champagne bottles at the moment. Sweet guy, if a bit dry...but he glanced down at Randi's cleavage quickly enough while refilling her glass.

Randi glanced around, spotting Dr. Hoff, stopping to watch her, laughing and flirting with a senior vocalist, a baritone with shoulders to die for--lay her hand gently on his chest...

Ohh, yeah, she'll be busy for a while...

Randi headed up the stairs, wondering if he'd be at the balcony, or waiting for her at the bedroom, already...

She stepped out on the balcony, feeling the coolness of the night against her skin....confindent fucker ...
 
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