Fuck! He was getting hard all over again, thinking about her standing beneath the spray in her shower, the foamy water sliding down her honey-brown curves. Only he was with her. Soaping her up, running the sponge over her breasts and between her thighs. Lathering up that pretty pussy and rinsing it clean before he had a taste. Hell, he wanted to feast on all of her. And he would.
He shook his head to try to clear the sexual fog that he’d been in since meeting her. He opened the fridge, and reached for a beer. Then pulled the tab and took a long swig. The storm had stopped and he’d taken a quick shower before eating dinner. He’d turn in soon. He went to the window facing Julie’s house and peered out, noticing the lights were on in her bedroom. And the window was open.
He started to turn away, until she came into full view of the window. What was she doing? Thomas got his answer when she began to shimmy out of her shorts. He sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her lacy G-string. Jesus! His body was encased with instant heat. When her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt he all but held his breath. In slow motion, Julie lifted her shirt, exposing inch by inch of satiny skin until her breasts were bare.