Honey paused at the door to the bedroom and turned. She said, huskily, “I’ll be right back,” and closed the door behind.

Minutes later, she walked out and stood before him wearing a sheer, blue nightgown, the candlelight dancing on her dark skin, her hair falling down over her soft shoulders and shimmering with light. Dusty took her in like a vista, her full, round breasts straining for freedom like corralled wild horses. The areolas stared at him like dark, exotic eyes. Honey was tall and her long brown legs looked strong and firm. Dusty held out his hand and she took it and sat beside him. The first kiss was soft as a flutterby’s wings. Dusty wrapped his big arm around her and she settled against him.

They pulled away from each other slightly, and Honey moistened her lips as they stared into each other’s eyes. She felt a tremor in her heart and her bare thigh tingled like an electric shock as his hand softly caressed it. Dusty’s intense blue eyes were like a cobalt summer sky, and she suddenly imagined herself flat on her back in a verdant field, languidly staring up at the cloudless day. They kissed again and her wet tongue teased the closed outline of his full lips. His mouth opened slightly, their tongues sliding together in a wet, delicious dance. They kissed deeply, their mouths like sensual open caves, tongues swirling madly, thoughtlessly. Honey took his tongue between her lips and gently sucked on it. His hand squeezed the firm flesh of her thigh and she moaned with expectation. Then their tongues again began to dance and Honey felt herself falling, falling, falling into that timeless place she hadn’t visited in years. She pulled back again and looked at him in wonder.

“Wow,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting this.”