<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Andria felt herself begin to brim with arousal as Deidre made slow, careful work of her body.  Though she had only begun to trace the faintest outline of Andria's body, Deidre's gentle touch turned Andria on like a facet.  The kiss and her caresses were purposeful and deliberate, inviting and shameless.  There was no coyness, no false modesty here.  Andria had no doubt that Deidre likely knew her way around a woman's body as much as a man's, and her initiative made Andria bolder.  Her own tongue flickered out, dancing with Deidre's between the smoothness of their glossy lips.  The soft scent of Deidre's cosmetics filled her senses; she leaned back, letting her lover adore her.<br/><br/>Andria's own hands began to explore as well.  The other woman's warm curves seemed to beg for her hands to run across them, and Andria found her fingers rubbing along the feminine lines of her waist and then up to cradle the supple weight of her breasts.  The sleek fabric let her hands glide all along her body, making their shared caresses fluid.<br/><br/>"More?"<br/><br/>The hypothetical question made her grin.  Feeling Deidre's heat on her thigh, Andria grew a primal curiosity.  There was one thing she had to endure almost every day as part of her profession, and her self-control, had anyone known her secret desires, was admirable.  In modeling, nudity was as common an outfit as any.  Andria had endured the sight of beautiful women in all forms of dress and undress, being dressed and taking off their clothes, and always she looked away.  Always she averted her gaze or looked through them, biting back the undeniable urge to drink in the sight.<br/><br/>She jutted her chin toward the body her eyes and hands had a difficult time leaving.  "Take your clothes off for me," she said, her voice growing husky and whispering.  "I want to watch you undress."