Sarah shut the door behind her, then practically fell against it. She had no strength left. It was all she could do to smile and shut the door while he watched, to not stay out longer being held tight in his arms, and to not let him take her on another emotional flight that each kiss of his inevitably took her on.

She looked quickly at her watch which read 11:45 P.M. Well, THIS Cinderella's carriage was the prince himself and he surely wouldn't turn into a pumpkin! She giggled at her silly thoughts as she slipped her sandals off. He thoughts remained in the same vein, "And THIS Cinderella still has BOTH glass slippers." She giggled again and sighed happily before ascending the stairs as if on clouds.

Could life be any better than this? Could the night be any better? She's just passed away the evening with the most amazing man. She never knew a man could be so gentle, so sweet, and so... so perfect! Nothing else would come close to describing him. She could try. She had an uncanny ability to string words together to describe anything in such a way that she transported a reader to some other time and place. Still, she doubted she could ever touch or come near to doing justice to the miracle of a man she met tonight.

Sarah's fingers were nearly numb as she unbuttoned her shirt. Closing her eyes, she envisioned him with his gentle strength shedding her shirt effortlessly. She let it fall to the floor and opened her eyes. She tried to see the half naked figure in the mirror from his point of view. Would he like what he saw? Would her deep, dark, and sharply contrasting tan lines take his breath away? She undid her bra and let it join her shirt on the floor. She traced the tan line on across her breasts then cupped them a bit. It looked like she was offering them to him. Would that excite him? Her head tilted as she realized she had rather large areolas, and her nipples stuck out a bit more (when she was cold or excited) than the women in the dirty magazines.

Her fingers gingerly slid down her torso, following the in curve of her waist, and inching their way back out at the hips. Sarah had a perfect hour glass figure, but none of the women in ANY magazines seemed to have her type of figure. They all looked like pencils actually.

What was she thinking these things for anyway? She'd only met him for the first time today. She glanced at her watch, 12:00 A.M., midnight! She had to hurry. She wasn't Cinderella, but she had more than a pumpkin and a few mice at stake here. Despite being anxious about the time, her gaze drifted to the mirror once more a she unclasped her skirt and it joined her shirt and bra on the floor.

Standing there in only her red satin underwear and painted toe nails, she couldn't help but worry that IF things ever advanced that far, he might not find her sexy in the least. Then suddenly she remembered the good night kiss. Oh yes, the kiss. Again, Sarah's eyes closed and this time her hands wrapped around herself remembering being held by him. She licked her lips remembering how his tongue eagerly searched for hers. She started to sway, as she began to relive how that kiss was a dance of its' own.

The evening couldn't be better, and then she heard the front door creak...

(Who came in? What did they want? What would she do? What would you do? Stay tuned for part three for the answers to your questions. And let me know in your comments if you think you know the answers.. *grin*)