Slightly Erotica?

She sat out on her back porch, the cold concrete beneath her feet. The sound of the raining flowing off the roof and into the earth below seemed powerful, like the night was full of energy. The air was cool and refreshing as it always is after a rain. The wind caressed her face and her body. The crisp air left her skin tingling, and her nipples hard. She was wearing an ivory nightie with thin straps. The hem stopped pleasingly at her mid thigh, and when she stood the wind would willingly reveal more. She sat down on one of the lawn chairs. The padding that covers the hard cast iron was cool and the texture a little grainy, almost like sand. She sipped her Chardonnay in the low light of the night and secretly hopped he was watching. The goose flesh appeared at the very thought of his eyes on her.

The wind became silent and the only sounds that penetrated the night were the water flowing off the roof like a waterfall, and the low hum of her neighbors a/c unit. Light from her cozy kitchen seeps through the bare windows and surrounds her. To look at her, you would be convinced that the light was radiating from with in her body, and being released through her delicate skin. Her hair shined brilliantly as if each strand was woven with this golden aura.

The hour is not late, for the sun had only set an hour ago. She knows the object of her desire is not sleeping. Setting her wine down she gets up and decides a little music would be soothing. She selects Kenny G, one of her favorites for this

stage in the game. Very softly, the music plays in the background. She grabs a towel and the baby oil, and pins her long wavy hair up. She purposely makes this a little sloppy, so that strands of hair will fall on there own, framing her face romantically. She leaves the sliding glass door open and steps back outside. She has a privacy fence, but it’s not completely private. There are sections were the boards are not completely together, leaving gaps. Just enough.

She wants him to think that she is pampering herself with the wine, the soft music, and baby oil. She wants to make the impression that she feels secure and safe from unseen eyes.

She spreads the towel out over a lounge chair, sets down her bottle of wine, her glass and the baby oil, adjusts the chair so that she is half way between lying back and sitting up. The rain has stopped, and the clouds have passed. The night air is crisp, clean and fragrant from the rain. The moon is bright and almost full. She lies out in her yard beneath the glow of the moon. Her nipples are hard, raised toward the night. She uses a small amount of the oil because she only wants to soften her skin. Just enough so that her skin takes on a glow of it’s own. She works slowly up around her feet, and toes not missing a spot. Her toes are painted a pretty shade of deep, glossy red. Her manicured hands move slowly up her legs, one at time. The breeze washes over her body and ruffles her hair. She massages her stomach and kneads her breasts. Her hands run up and over her shoulders and back down her arms. She wipes her hands off and picks up her glass of wine. With each sip everything seems to intensify. The sounds of Kenny G filter through to the back yard, she closes her eyes. Perfectly still she looks like a brilliant pale statue. With a smile on her face, she hopes he is watching.

What excited her most was the hunt, the tease, not the catch. She enjoyed picking them out, and seeing how long she could toy with their emotions before casting them aside. She moved around a lot, she loved to travel. She enjoyed fresh faces, faces that didn’t know her name, or anything about her. She could be who ever and whatever she wanted. She traveled around the world role playing, and living out her fantasies one by one. Yes it was dangerous; danger was one of her thrills.