With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.

She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.

It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.

Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.

As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built ...