The room was dimly lit. He could see little except the lithe outline of her frame. She stood there in front of him, the woman he had always desired and hungered for, now totally his, totally devoted to serving his pleasure.
Who was she? It didn’t seem to matter, looking at her youthful, slender figure sparked a surge of affection in him. It didn’t matter where he was, who she was, why they were in this room together. He let his mind and his caution lean back, relaxing in the august radiance of her presence.
She was wearing a long red gown, giving her the appearance of a fountain. Her smooth, silken black hair stretched out behind her. Her face, as flawless and beautiful as the evening sunset, gazed at him with deep affection in her dark brown eyes. She stood there, perhaps three feet in front of him. He gazed at the perfection of that calm, peaceful looking face, at the softness of her cheeks, the brightness of her smile.
She pulled something and her skirt fell off. Underneath it, she had on a red, very thin bikini. The bra was only a short triangle covering her nipples and very little else; the thong was a little patch covering her pubic hair, and a T-shaped strap up the crack of her ass. He could now see her form, and he felt the desires stirring within him. Her waist, her beautiful waist, turned inward invitingly, and long he stared at that perfectly flat, smooth tummy. Her legs were even more of a marvel, curved sinuously, like a river coiling through the desert, every part of it arousing his senses with his sight. She turned round for him, wiggling her body from side to side
