© Copyright, Tilly Rivers/Rain Enterprises, 2009
As seen in Forbidden Fruit
He stood several yards behind her; fingertips tingled with the sensation of a touch not yet made. She stood just outside of the dressing room entrance as though hypnotized by her image in the full-length mirrors, totally unaware of his presence. Possibilities blended with a volatile rush of anticipation, causing his breath to clench in his throat.
Could he actually walk up behind her and caress her without permission? The thought of reaching out and fondling her caused a shiver to pass through him, accompanied with a sharp twitch along his thigh. She had no name, no identity beyond the anonymous beauty of a perfectly sculpted body. No introductions need be made for what he planned to do. The thing was…could he do it?
Through the sheer silk of her wrap he could see the outline of slender bra straps. Her under-things were so scant in design they served no real purpose other than to drive a man mad-designed to draw the beast to the surface of any man willing to look. Willing? Like a moth to the flame, it empowered you to stare until surely you would be scorched- or worse.
A faint smile crossed his lips, was he really prepared to turn his own beast loose in the middle of a lingerie shop? He took another step closer, discreetly looking about to see if he was being observed, gathering his courage…would she slap him? Scream for security…was he really going to do this?
His eyes glued to the material of the skimpy little brassiere, sheer, akin to not even being there. His hands shook; fingers ached to touch nipples that were fully extended, silently begging to be pinched and rolled between thumb and forefinger. He drew a breath and took another step.
Below her creamy white belly, riding on the curve of her hips stretched an ink-black lace garter. Fine silk stockings encased long legs, a faint outline of a thong.
…another step
Her breasts garnered his fascination and every ounce of his lust. How could a woman dress like that and not be aroused he wondered?
...another step
Hands moved quickly, driven with the intent of animal lust, gliding against the silken outer wrap. One hand went high slipping beneath the skimpy bra to cup her left breast, while the other went low skimming across taut flat belly, grazing the garter, slipping under the thin waistband of the dainty thong.
With a quick movement he pulled her into his hips, the wristband of his watch snagged in her garter at the same time his feet became tangled with hers and they both tumbled to the floor, landing in a heap, the silk over-wrap billowing down covering both of their heads.
“Baby…” she purred, “next time can you take off your watch?”
He laughed as his girl gave him a playful smile…their role playing game halted. “Buying this lingerie shop was a great idea…” he whispered before lowering his lips to hers. “Now where were we…”
To be continued…