The cross breeze that that created made the atmosphere in the home soothing and comfortable. Quite welcoming as Courtney walked in wet with perspiration. “Oh my, Christian, I am sweating like a pig,” she exclaimed. “Pigs do not sweat,” he replied matter-of-factly. “They wallow in mud.” His house had electricity but instead of flipping on the lights, he lit a lantern. He looked at her as the lantern glowed. Immediately her body started dancing with the response to the way he made her feel when he looked at her that way. He gently unzipped the back of her dress and shed the garment from her. Then he peeled his own shirt from his body. Soon they were stepping out the remainder of their clothes. They padded naked to the bath. “We bathing?” she asked. “Sure I shouldn’t go out and wallow in the mud?” Christian stopped in his tracks. He had a pained look on his face like what she said caused him injury. But she knew that this was arousal. Because he suffered like she suffered with this thing that was between them.
