Solveig - obviously

Solveig tried to bewitch me with her charms and I tried to resist her. But actually I didn't intend to win this game...
"I need some sugar in my coffee," Solveig said, and with an exhilarating hip swing she walked to the cupboard and stretched up to get out the sugar bowl. Again her oh-so-sweet bottom part flashed out from under the nightgown.
"Let me help you. After all, I'm half a head taller than you." While I was still happy to be able to reign in my instincts, Solveig rang in the next round. She wanted to give me a thank-you-kiss on the lips, which of course I rejected as a gentleman. Her slightly disappointed expression quickly gave way to a mischievous grin. As if by accident, one of the nightgown straps slid down over her shoulder. To say that her breast was bare would have been an exaggeration, and before that happened, I did something about it. I pushed the strap back up with my index finger. "You'll catch a cold in these clothes, sweety..." As if this piece of fabric she called a top was ever designed to protect from cold ... Her fresh creamy skin was silky, soft and the delicate down on her upper arm stood up, as if she actually was shivering.
"If you are so worried about me, then you will probably have to keep me warm." With these words, Solveig leaned against my chest. She had actually won. I wrapped my arms around her hips, almost holding her captive. Slipped-down straps and almost bared body parts couldn't affect me anymore because I just looked over her head and concentrated on the collection of cookbooks. I even got used to tghe smell of her hair. They smelled like a shampoo that I would put in a rather high price range.
At least I wanted to give the impression that I was trying to resist her charms. However, what finally put a stop to this was their flexibility. There was not much needed anyway. When Solveig began to rub her lap on my loins, I finally gave up. "You won. But I doubt that a cold shower will do help here. "