<strong>Deidre Verosky</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Deidre.jpg)</div>The response of a man, no matter the man, was almost always something she could anticipate. But a woman was different. Andria Collins was very, very different. Each sigh, each ripple of flesh, each and every taste as their tongues met, was something unique and different. The other woman was like a ripe blossom opening for her, even the slightest touch getting a response. Deidre was in her own little version of heaven; a sexy, beautiful, wondrous heaven.<br/><br/>And when the other woman started to touch her back, when hesitant hands started to warm against both exposed and non exposed skin … Deidre was practically purring. Between her thighs she was warm and wet, her nipples pressing tightly against her bra, and her skin already starting to flush. But no, it wasn’t time for release just yet … it was time to tease and seduce, time to drag Andria along with her into that seduction.<br/><em><br/>"Take your clothes off for me,"<br/><br/>"I want to watch you undress."</em><br/><br/>Deidre rose up, grinning, onto her knees. How many women had came before Andria’s lense on done this thing. It occurred to Deidre then how torturous such a life could be. So grinned, wickedly, and slid her skirt down her hips. She’d already removed her blouse, so now she went for her bra. With a quick, competent, flick of her wrist the garment gave way.<br/><br/>Gooseflesh rippled across Deidre’s skin as her nipples were met by the conditioned air. Her breasts were full and ripe, the pink caps pebble hard and begging to be touched. All of her was begging to be touched, she was here so Andria could do what she wanted … and she wanted Andria to do all of it.<br/><br/>With her thumbs hooked at the hips of her panties, Deidre gave a flirty smile.<br/><br/>“Will you take them off of me Andria … please?”