I was still watching her, watching as she briefly massaged her breasts bringing circulation back into them after having removed her bra. Next, she sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove her pantyhose, though at the angle I was sitting at, showed little or nothing more other than the fact that she was. I stood, making my way quickly back towards the bar retrieving the rest of our wine. I turned, heading back towards the couch when she reemerged back into the room. She wore an elegant, yet simple floor-length evening gown. It looked like silk, clinging to her precious curves, as she seemed to slide towards the couch where I quickly joined her. I picked up her wine glass, holding it for her, eventually directing her hand towards it as I boldly reached for her once she had settled. .....