De stof is behoorlijk soepel en het jurkje zit strak rond mijn lichaam.Het heeft smalle spagettibandjes en het is behoorlijk mini. Ook aan debovenkant... valt het nogal laag. Het jurkje komt nog niet tot halverwegemijn dijen. Aan het jurkje zit een volkomen transparante chiffon overrokdie aan de achterkant langer is dan aan de voorkant. Aan mijn voeten doeik de zwarte schoentjes die ik pas heb gekocht met de eigenlijk veel tehoge naaldhakken.Nog even bekijk ik mijzelf in de grote spiegel. Het ziet. "I…I…I've never……" I stutter. "Shh. It's all right," she whispers as our lips touch again. I feel her tongue nudging my lips apart so I open them for her. It is the first time I have ever been kissed by a woman, and it us the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. From the taste of the wine on her tongue to the smell of honeysuckles in the air my senses are on overload. Trina stops long enough to ask, “Do you want to stop?” Kissing her more aggressively this time I tell her, "No." I feel. Only a couple of miles, I said. Well I think your bike will fit in my car, I can take you home, it’s the least I can do for you. I nodded and said that would be brilliant.What’s your name I asked. Tamara, she replied. Thanks for the lift, I said, I’m Robert. As we pulled up my drive I was sad that maybe I would never see her again. She pulled the car to a stop and got out, I caught the first sight of her arse and could instantly feel myself getting hard. Her arse was amazing, so big but. Her eyes… I had just told her I loved her. I waited so long to say it. I prayed many nights about what her response would be when I finally said it. Then her lips parted and it was like a dream… ‘I love you too…’ And then I looked into her eyes. It must have been forever that I looked into those great big beautiful green eyes. My eyes fell to her lips. Back to her eyes. My eyes closed. We moved closer. I had longed for this moment… closer… I had imagined it thousands of times… closer… sweet.