Axe me another one

You lean in close, your hands reaching for the base of her neck. Her hair smells of rosemary shampoo, but there's no perfume to cover up the intoxicating scent of her. You undo the fastener at the back of her collar and slowly pull the zipper down, exposing the tanned skin below her neckline, the back of her sports bra, and then more skin down to her waist. Your free hand traces down the suit just outside the zipper and you feel a slight shudder run through her as your breath tickles the hairs on the nape of her neck.

You run your hands up her back, prepared to help her take the costume off. But as you reach the top of her shoulder blades, she leans away from you, then turns it into a forward roll. She lands gracefully on her feet a few paces away, finishing with a toss of her hair. You watch spellbound as she grabs the neck of the suit and pulls it down over her shoulders, then down to below bra level. One by one she slides her arms out of the costume, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure you’re paying attention.

She lets you enjoy the view for a moment and even sways her hips gently. Then she spins around to face you, holding her costume up over her breasts. There's a playful grin on her face as she inches the material down to show some cleavage, then yanks it down to expose the black sports bra. Her breasts are mashed flat by the tight bra, but you can still tell they’re nice and full. She works the material further down exposing her flat stomach, the top of the leggings, then down over her hips, finally letting it fall to the floor.

It's not the best striptease you've ever seen, and it’s certainly not in the same league as the one Wonder Woman gave you a week ago. But damn does she look good standing there in her black bra and leggings! She tries her best to look confident like she does this all the time, but the tension in her shoulders suggests otherwise.

You take a deep breath and let out a contented sigh while meeting her gaze. Her eyes soften and she again turns around so you can't see her face. She walks over to her axe and bends over to pick it - further improving your joy - and says, "OK, let’s try this again.”

You resume throwing. She puts two in the bullseye and one in the 5-ring, beating your three 4s. As you pull off your belt, she starts to argue it doesn't count because it’s attached to your pants. But you point out she already counted her belt separately, and she's forced to concede the point.