Lesly came out of the van and dropped everything and stared. She had done her hair in braids down behind her ears. Her makeup was done. She had on a l...ong flowered skirt and a peasant blouse. She walked up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I told her that she looked stunning. She smiled and told me that she wanted to be just mine tonight. I poured her a glass of wine and we sat down and talked while we waited on supper to cook. She told me that she was enjoying all of the. ‘We haven’t dry-humped since high school,’ I reply with a breathless grin. You giggle and we move to the couch, almost stumbling in our haste, which makes us laugh all the more. Finally we reach it and pull you down on top of me. We lay that way for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Our hearts are racing and I can feel your heartbeat through your chest. I remember I could always feel your heartbeat, every time we embraced. Your hands trace down my sides and grasp my shirt, pulling it. When the photographer suggests some shots of her in her bridal underwear, Grace finds herself nodding and telling him she’ll need help getting out of her dress. He reaches behind her to unfasten the buttons and as he does his hand slips inside and touches her corseted back; causing Grace to moan gently. He keeps unfastening buttons and once they are all undone he moves the dress down, easing it past her hips, and onto the floor. Grace’s nipples stand to attention as she feels his warm breath on. Standing there in tight jeans, knee length boots and a tight top didn't leave much to the imagination. She was single, but I had vague recollection that some years ago, she'd been living with another woman. Every now and then, I'd seen the way she looked at my wife, and suspected that she was drawn to her, but never imagined anything would come of it. We talked for a while over a cup of tea, catching up with life in general. Nothing specific, but we hadn't seen Becky for a couple of weeks..