He shrugged, puzzled, and went back to the plate of Capellini a’la Romana she had made for him. It was a modest meal — Italian food and some rolls..., but she’d made it herself, and was fairly proud of it. There was nothing she wanted more than to have this be the perfect evening. Unfortunately, she had no idea what the perfect evening would look like, and so, she made it up as she went along, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He hadn’t, so far. She looked across the table at Chryse, watching the look in. Just the way I like to see you!" "And I love to see you naked too!" I replied, as I playfully hugged her again but also reached behind and unzipped her dress. She let it fall from her shoulders to the floor and stepped free of it. I helped her step out of her panty too. She pushed my robe off my shoulders and it too fell to the floor.I continued, "We have a little time. We won't be meeting Ron until dusk. Shall we?"She smiled and nodded her head. Both naked, we took each other's hand and walked. Merry nodded.Sandy held Merry's ankles while she quietly counted out twenty-four sit-ups. Merry returned the favor for Sandy's one hundred.When the dryers buzzed, Sandy and Merry folded their clothes carefully, and stowed them in the bottom of the laundry bags carefully.Leading the way, Sandy left the barracks and headed across the parking lot. A figure detached itself from the smoking gazebo outside of their barracks."Oh shit," Sandy breathed, but didn't slow down."What?" Merry asked."What I. Slowly, he curled his finger under the flimsy lace. Then he ripped it off.Her eyes flew open in shock as his mouth slashed down on hers. Ruthlessly he plundered her mouth, trying to provoke her into a response. she began to fight him; kiss for kiss, bite for bite.Swiftly, he dragged his mouth from hers, trailing a line of hot kisses down to her throat. Suddenly, he sensed the power flow back into her so he was ready when her taut body shifted beneath him, then arc in a vain attempt to throw him.