Changing Sheets
He watched her stand in the doorway of the bathroom. The light from it cast a silhouette of her slender tall body into the bedroom as she stood. As he lay on the bed, he could see all her curves, so well proportioned as they were, reflected from the orange glow of the room behind her as she stood. He didn’t have to see that she was smiling sexually. He knew it. Could feel it. Could imagine her sultry lips, her tongue running over them sensually as he watched her from where he was laying. She...