Inside Bill’s apartment, he turned on some music and poured them each a glass of wine. Claire watched him and laughed, “I don’t believe we need any more of that, Senator, but I do admire your stemware.” She picked up the beautiful claret and raised it in the air to enjoy the way the ruby colored liquid caught the dim light through its deep-cut etching.
She glanced around his apartment, taking in his obvious good taste in design. “I like what you’ve done with your place, Bill.”
He took the glass from her and set it on the table, then stroked her hair. “No more talk, pretty lady.” He put his moist lips against hers and began caressing her mouth with his tongue. He murmured to her, “Claire, I’ve watched you from afar for a very long time, you are so beautiful.” She felt his kiss crawl down her neck while he pulled her dress strap over one shoulder.
Claire sighed. The sensation she felt was hypnotic. The heat inside her was mounting and made her head feel light. Then she felt him unzip her dress, her second strap now loose.
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