The freshly laundered sheets smelled of the summer sun and the musky perfume Mona Donahue had touched to every hollow of her long sensuous body. She stretched with an animal restlessness, feeling the sheets and the heat of her flesh, her nipples erect and throbbing under the frothy black lace bra she wore. Her legs, tapered and sweetly fleshed, scissored provocatively as one of her small hands played with the waistband of the matching panties riding low on her flaring white hips. A dry smile touched the corners of her pink lips as she realized, for the first time, that anxiety added its own subtle spice to the sex she already enjoyed so much.
