Silver jewelry draped off every shoulder. Women were rustling. Moving in a hurried and slowed pace to put on their gowns, to touch their makeup. The sound of heels stepping into light carpet, their echo’s softened, played across his ears. The silver jewelry jangled. It hung off ears and wrists. Maybe even toes. A thought that brought a smile to Adam’s face. ‘What are you smiling at?’ Her voice. Her beautiful voice. He turned, as best he could, to face her. The confines of the room didn’t help. ‘You. Even if I can’t see you.’ ‘Flatterer,’ she said dryly, trying not to let tears flow down her face. Already she was biting down on her lower lip. Anything to keep from making a scene. ‘And here I thought you were smiling at all the naked women.’ ‘Well, I am now.’ ‘Isn’t it one of your fantasies, dear?’ ‘Well, it would be. But you’d have to leave for that.’ Some random member of the tribe hit him in the shoulder. He feigned pain at the strike. Muffled sounds of an oversized dress,. I sat on the bed making the first squeak of the afternoon as I did a practice bounce before pulling my shirt over my head. I fondled my breasts for a moment as I fingered the nipples making them erect. My finger dragged towards my navel sending me into rapture knowing her finger would soon be doing that. She ran her tongue across her lips while she watched. ‘Save something for me,’ she cooed as the blouse being slowly pulled over her head revealed her perky breasts. I wasn’t able to take a breath. I put my hands on the waistband of my shorts. ‘Wait, I want to pull those off,’ Jackie moaned. I stopped and flopped onto my back. ‘Be my guest,’ I said as I lifted my bottom from the bedspread. Maybe we should have been more concerned about who had the room before us, but once I was with her, the world stopped spinning. Well the record next door kept spinning, but other than that…. ‘No panties today?’ she sighed, almost whimpering, as my shorts slid down my long slim legs. ‘You should be.
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