She is wearing a long dress, and she throws herself at me as soon as she opens the door. Her scent is as familiar as if it was something I’ve loved since I was a child. She is silky all over and I know I never want to let her go.
She takes off her dress and presses herself to me. I watch her in awe; it feels so good that she was waiting for me so impatiently. I’m about to take my thobe off, but she grabs my hands as I start unbuttoning it.
“Do you know how tempting you look in this thing?”
“I told you what it was called.”
We both laugh and she takes the ogal and the shemagh off my head.
“I was lost when I saw you wearing this and your sunglasses.”
“I know. I noticed.”
She looks surprised and leans back. Then she coyly lets me know she noticed something too. “I was just sitting there
