Look at the lingerie

Curious, you pick up one of the tiny scraps and bring it to your nose. It’s her. Jane’s scent is intoxicatingly sweet and sensual.

You quickly replace the garment and head straight into the bathroom. As you relieve yourself, your mind wanders back to that strange pile of lingerie. What was that all about? Was she expecting someone else tonight? You shake your head and flush the toilet, deciding it’s probably none of your business.

After finishing up in the bathroom, you return to the living room where Jane is sitting on the sofa next to Todd watching TV. “So,” she says brightly, “are you ready for dessert?” She turns to her husband and adds, “I think John could use a little something sweet after all that steak.”

“I really should get going,” you reply, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Oh no,” Jane protests, “you’re not being a bother. We insist on seeing our guests properly taken care of while they are here in Texas.” She turns to her husband and asks, “Don’t we Todd?”

Todd nods his head in agreement and smiles warmly at you, “Absolutely, stay as long as you like.”

You glance down at your watch and realize it’s still relatively early. “Well,” you say hesitantly, “if you insist...?” You look up at Jane and Todd who are both smiling encouragingly at you. It seems rude to refuse after they’ve been so hospitable.

“Good,” Jane says with a nod of satisfaction. “Now, why don’t you take off your pants for me.” Her voice is soft and melodic, like honey dripping off a spoon. But there’s also an unmistakable authority in her tone that tells you she’s not asking permission.