My First Bare Surrender: That Steamy Summer Night of Forbidden Thrills
That balmy summer evening in the upscale restaurant. Heart racing. My white skirt hugged low, flaring over my ass, sheer enough to hint at my green thong. Blouse translucent, nipples teasing through. Heels arching my back. First time like this. Two years since our last wild night here. Tonight, I’d break free. Cocktails sipped. Menu…