The Intruder - Part 2

Briefly, she considers a shower before bed but can’t muster the strength or desire.  Instead, she clumsily unbuttons her white silk shirt, pulling the tails from her fitted skirt.  As the gossamer cloth slips from her shoulders and gently flutters to the floor, she kicks off the black 4” heels which have tormented her all afternoon.  Ripe lush breasts strain for release from the confines of her brassier.  Turning her back to him, she removes her silver necklace, dropping it into a black lacquered box on the nightstand.  Reaching behind, she eases the zipper of her skirts down, revealing firm buttocks adorned by a black garter belt.  She wears no panties.

Slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, he lets out the breath he suddenly realizes he’s been holding.  This is not the first time he has spied her undressing but each time, without fail, it sends hot desire and blinding excitement coursing through him.  He never tires of watching her and he’s waited for this evening for some time now.  Each night, he dreams of her warm body beneath him.  Her ripe nipples brushing his bared chest.  The warmth of her womanly center radiating against his skin.  As he remembers these dreams that he has both asleep and awake, he feels a tightening in his groin.  He suppresses a moan as he envisions the things he will do to her.  Before the sun rises again, she will be his.