Summer gave him the seductive smile, and traced her pink tongue over her upper lip. Slowly. She was looking right at him. Her hand moved down her dress. It was tight against her body until it flared at the bottom, and it was impossible not to watch her shapely hand as it followed her curves, like she was giving a preview of all the places he could go. Then her other hand fell to her side, and they both lifted the dress from the bottom. It peeled from her body in one smooth motion, turning inside out as rose up. First her thighs, shapely and feminine, ending in white lace and satin boy-cut panties, so thin that I could see the dark mahogany of her curls through the material. Up went the dress, and her stomach appeared. Her breasts, encased in matching white satin and lace, filled the cups of her bra and were pressed together as she pulled the dress over her head. They were toffee-colored from her tan and the light of the late Roman evening.
