Mark also called during the week. It was so nice to hear him talk and to talk to him. I wanted to see him and hold him and kiss him and more.

"I'm looking forward to Saturday night," I said.

"I am too, Kathy. I made dinner reservations for us at Le Maison Rose. It's a French restaurant not far from the concert hall. The orchestra performs at 8:00PM. Our reservations are for 6:00. Their menu is quite varied and I'm sure you'll be able to find an entree you'll like. I'll pick you up at 5:30. Is that OK with you?" he asked.

OK with me? I was ecstatic. "Yes, that's a good time for me, Mark."

"Good. See you Saturday at 5:30." He rang off.

As usual, Beth Ann came over on Friday around 7:00 o'clock. Her snug Banana Republic Classic Boot Cut blue jeans hugged her lithe body nicely. She wore a Jones New York satin 'Organza' blouse over a stretch knit tank top. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders onto the nickel-colored top. She wore a sash around her waist with a bow tied on her side. The bow drew attention to her flat midsection and her curvy hips. A touch of rose blush brightened her high cheekbones. Her black Anne Klein New York 'Hazel' pumps were simple but elegant and enhanced her height. She looked long and lean. She didn't need to spend a lot on clothes; she could wear anything and look good. She wheeled her overnight bag behind her.

"Stop right there, Precious," I said. Her face fell.

"Turn around slowly for me," I said. She closed the door to the hallway. "A full circle. But slowly. I want to undress you with my eyes."

She smiled again. "I'll save you the trouble."

She turned slowly with the moves of a fashion model. She placed a hand on her hip as she shifted her weight to her right foot. She pirouetted around, her hair in flight. The pose accentuated her cute behind. She bent forward to tease me. She straightened up and faced me again.

I had tuned the stereo to the easy listening station when I got home, and it played softly in the backround. Being a Friday evening, some of the songs being played had a dance beat, even though they were lite songs.

Beth Ann sexily untied the sash and undid the one button on her blouse as her hips gyrated to the music. She pirouetted again and her blouse flew open. She removed it. The tank top came off a minute later. She held her breasts, lifting them one at a time, as if offering them to me. She juggled them in her hands and then peeled her cups lower, toward her nipples. She exposed her breasts by placing the cups underneath. Her gyrations continued. She unbuttoned her jeans as her hips swayed. She turned her back to me and peeled them down to reveal the waistline of her panties. She wiggled her ass and turned back to me. She squirmed with her index finger.

"Peel them off," she ordered.

"Yeah, Baby," I purred. I approached her and knelt before her and gently pulled as she gyrated. She turned and waved her cute ass in my face. She stepped out of her pumps and I pulled her jeans off of her. She put her pumps back on and removed her bra, twirling it on her finger, then throwing it aside. I was still kneeling and she turned to face me. She wore nothing but her panties and heels. Her pussy was at eye level. Still moving to the music, she turned her gyrating hips around slowly, her ass in my face again.

"Peel them off," she ordered again, pointing to her ass. I peeled her panties off her whirling hips and worked them around