She began to weep. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. That you are, he said. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. She stopped in the middle of the pool.