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  1. Black velvet and lace diva bra with a deep band, looks almost like a basque. Matching thong in lacy black with soft black velvet trim.
  2. Full brownish-pink lips, a shadow above your upper lip. That elegant neck, hidden from men and yet other girls may see, touch, kiss.
  3. Your eyebrows well-defined, dark and expressive. Black curved eyelashes framing your deep chocolate eyes.
  4. Your glossy black hair, thick, wavy and so long. Such a shame to keep it hidden. You sit patiently unthreading your plait, chatting, smiling
  5. Initially dull, serious and prudish. Just the glint in your eye promising hidden delights.
  6. Like peeling an onion, the garments are discarded layer by layer.
  7. Fingers trailing at the hem of the seventh veil, lifting to reveal hidden secrets, just for us.
  8. Feeling very aware of my skin against the silk, the cloth taut between my breasts, my bottom sliding over silk held still by the sofa fabric
  9. Short silk summer dress, no knickers, on the sofa, waiting for you to arrive and watch a dvd with me.
  10. Nakedness, a great equalizer. Off come the symbols of status and class. Just body hair, tattoos, and piercing show who needs style even here
  11. Shocking pink gauze hipster knickers with transparent lacy front and pink lace bow. My freshly grown strip of pubic hair clearly visible.
  12. We find a little corner, warmed by sunshine, sheltered from view. We undress each other hungrily, piqued by the danger of getting caught.
  13. My sweaty jogging clothes feel sticky now, stepping behind you on little paths overgrown with brambles. Legs getting scratched.
  14. Bellies touching, I'd like to make love with you here but there are others on the beach. You take my hand and lead me up to the ruin.
  15. Running out, we share your towel, you shivering now, me still glowing from my jog.
  16. We strip off and run naked into the sea, diving into waves as they break over us, bobbing in the swell.
  17. You are waiting on a grassy knoll, here to surprise me. I feel self-conscious about my flushed face, sweat, heavy breathing.
  18. I slow to a walk for a while, listening to gulls calling, waves breaking. Feel like flopping into the sand but push myself on, jogging again
  19. Sweat dampening my vest, making my fringe stick to my forehead, trickling between my breasts.
  20. I tire quickly feeling like I can't go on, panting heavily. Must run through this and out the other side, keep my rhythm.