Velador still pondered what the night could become while I waited for him to undress me before I tore myself out of the gigantic, uncomfortable outfit. He stood up and turned me around to unlace the back. It loosened and breathing became normal again.
“Much better,” I whispered.
His strong hands pushed aside the dress from my shoulders and we both pulled it down towards my belly. Still from behind he said, “You’re so cold.”
I smiled and turned my head towards him to respond, “Believe me, I am warm right now.”
“Me too…”.
“It’d be best if we actually lift this over my head,” I motioned and together, we worked to remove the contraption. His thumb knuckles struck each of my ribs in the swift motion and I felt a rush of anticipation.
With only undergarments around my waist, I turned towards him exposed and vulnerable. His gaze wandered from my eyes to my chest and back up again in slow motions guided by hopefully desire. I must admit, the wine helped me feel at ease too.