It was almost eleven when they returned to their room. Jack took off his sport jacket and sat in his chair. Cynthia stood before at the window looking at the ocean. Neither spoke. Finally Cynthia turned, looking at Jack, "What are you thinking, Jack."
"Is this truth or truth?"
"Yes."
"I was thinking of last night, lying in bed just looking at you and how beautiful I think you are."
Cynthia walked toward Jack, "I think I am going to get ready for bed, could you help me unzip my dress?"
She turned her back toward him without waiting for a response. Jack stood and carefully and slowly unzipped the black dress. Cynthia did not move. Jack looked at her flawless back, the black bra strap that was in the middle. He slightly pulled one side of the dress back and kissed the back of her neck.
Cynthia said, "Thank you, Jack. Maybe you should get ready for bed first. She walked back to the window and gazed out, the back of her dress open. Jack didn't want to leave, but headed to get ready for bed. When he came back, Cynthia was sitting in her chair with a towel wrapped around her.
"It's all yours," Jack said.
When Cynthia stood up the towel fell a little and nothing was done to correct that. Cynthia headed to the bathroom as Jack watched. He looked at her legs and could see the tops of her nylons and the garter snaps he knew were there. Her walk was slow, she knew he was looking. Jack turned out the lights except for the reading lamp and the fireplace. The glow of the room was muted, but far from dark. It was, he thought just right. He went to the bed and turned down the covers, on both sides, and went and sat in his chair. The anticipation was almost too much. A shadow caught Jack's eye.
Cynthia had returned and stood in front of the fireplace. Wearing a black peignoir tied with one ribbon bow at the top, she looked at Jack with an innocent smile. The light behind made it so Jack could see the outline of her body. Jack stood up and took a step forward. Cynthia raised her hand to stop Jack for coming closer. She then reached up and pulled the ribbon that held to black robe closed.
As it opened Jack could see before him a picture of a woman who creating stirring he had not felt before. Her silver hair shimmered in the light of the fireplace, her cheeks glisten with the reflection. Her smile was one not only of innocence, but of wanting acceptance. The black bra that covered her breasts was sheer and directed their fullness. Black high cut panties covered her and under then were the garter belts that were attached to her glimmering stockings. Cynthia took the shoulder of her gown and pulled back, if cascaded to the floor. Her bare shoulders looked soft and Jack wanted to come forward and kiss her, but he did not move.
Cynthia put her arms behind her and unsnapped the bra. When she moved her arms forward, the straps ran down her arms and the material that had covered her fell with the robe. She folded her arms in front of her.
Jack was amazed at the fullness he saw, the rich brown areolae and the nipples that stood erect. Her waist curved in and accentuated her hips. She then bent slightly and her hands slid under the silk panties and she slid them down, stepping out so they could take their place with the garments already on the floor.
Jack just starred as she stood there. Her lush triangular hair pointed the way to her hidden treasure. Clad now only in a garter belt and nylons. Cynthia moved not to Jack but to the bed that was still made. She sat down and Jack turned to watch. Carefully and without rush she undid her nylons and slowly took them off. She stood and unsnapped the garter belt which fell. There she was, without any covering.
Jack was mesmerized. Cynthia then went to the bed where the covers had been turned down. She sat and moved her legs under the bedding, leaving only her face showing. While she looked at Jack, he stood on his side of the bed and removed his shirt. He then pulled down his pajama bottoms; his excitement was no longer a secret. He crawled into bed and laid close to Cynthia, neither spoke.
