She has something to tell me.

My gaze dropped over her gorgeous body, still encased in the gown which now hung from only one shoulder, taking in every familiar curve that I had felt at least a thousand times. She grasped my hand and pulled it to the remaining shoulder that kept her nudity from me.

"Tear it off me..." She whispered, growling into my ear and running her hand down to grasp at my ass. "Make this my fantasy. Take me."

I couldn't help but comply and the garment seemed to come apart at my touch as I pulled downwards, far easier than it should have for such a beautiful garment. The tearing sound was matched by a gasp of joy from Kaila's throat as I did so.

"Fuck Yes... I can't stop you..." She giggled, pulling on my arm, helping me strip her body nude. In the middle of the road... where I hadn't heard another soul... NO QUESTIONS!!! I rapidly thought just trying to the enjoy the moment, the fantasy. This was farther than we had ever taken this, and if it's what she wanted...

I pulled her into a rough embrace, my fingers pulling hard on the clasp of her bra, which was fortunately one that I'd had a lot of practice taking off of her.

"Oh, such a brute... how could I ever resist a man like you..." Kaila laughed, "Although, I mean... a **** usually doesn't wait for his victim to take off her panties... Just a note for the next gal you play this scene with."

I snickered. Kaila and her "Notes"...

"And A victim doesn't offer helpful advice," I snarled in mock anger, hooking her panties with my thumb and shoving them down.

"Oh, no, am I your victim?" She gasped, leveraging her weight so I took an involuntary step towards the mattress. Damn, she was good at this. "Are you going to hold me down and ravish me?" She snickered a little at the end. "I hate that word... always makes me laugh..."