Satisfied

The light streams in through the open windows, caressing her skin, which feels warm to her own touch. Her body is aroused by the warmth of the sun and the sexy frangipani smell of her suntan oil.

She runs her hand over her breast, teasing her nipple. She moans softly and her other hand glides down to her right thigh, which she scratches. Her back automatically arches as her fingers tease her warm, wet clit.

She quickly slides in a finger, then two, and catches her breath, seeking some relief. The palm of her hand rubs her clit, as she slowly starts to rock her hips.
She feels the warmth spreading through her body, the same warmth that flushes the skin of her cheeks, as she whimpers, eyes closed. She needs the release...

The way...

He searched her face as she answered his question. Why a woman? What was the attraction? As she tried to formulate the answer, her thoughts rambled on, re-exploring all the women she had known and knew in her life, their lips, their eyes, the tone of their voice, the way their collarbone is sometimes revealed as a shirt falls open, how they inhale smoke from a cigarette or lift a glass, how they smooth the wrinkles in their skirt when they stand up, the way they curl their hair around their finger, how they swing their hips provocatively when dancing, the softness of their breasts, the warmth of their body when you explore them inside, the way they kiss...

And her answer was a knowing smile.

Temptation

There is nothing worse than being subjected to the object of her desire day after day.

In her mind, she leads her astray. She dreams of her green gold-flecked eyes, with the dark grey ring around them. Her lips kiss the freckles on her face. She watches her hands as she gestures while talking, as they move across the paper in front of her. She wants to run her fingers across her tan skin.

She enjoys seeing the autumn colours she wears, the greys, the rusty browns, the green and blue hues. She loves the fact that she wears glasses.

Her eyes travel along her curves, while she tries to discover what lies beneath.

And she admonishes herself for being the dream predator, making superhuman efforts to remain professional first and foremost.

Waist

There's something wonderful about being able to snake one's hand and arm around another woman's waist, especially when it is as winsome as this one... But even more magical is the sensation of running one's hand down her buttocks, of those buttocks straddling you, while you pin back her wrists... Wonder if she's a redhead... mmmm.

Man Ray

Such a beautiful photo.