<strong>Beth, with Sean, the boathouse</strong><br/>It was delicious when Sean took things into his own hand, savoring the lovely stretch of her body as he held her hands against the wall and pressed in on her. She squirmed as he denied her his lips, his tease very much having the desired effect, her hardened nipples scraping against his chest in their closeness. A slow smile spread across her face as he angled her about and she felt his arms wrap around her ass to lift her up onto the table. She thought to kiss him at last but it was not to be as he busied himself with her socks and shoes as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch. Everybody always had a theory on how to win a heart or turn a head, whether it was flowers or jewelry or doing the dishes every once in awhile that would win a woman's affection but Beth had always found you could never predict that moment when you would look at a man and feel that pull. Nor was it usually the kind of gesture one would expect to draw this reaction. Sometimes it was something as simple as a man about to get some who took a minute to take off your shoes and socks. Any other man she'd ever dated would have thrown her on the table and peeled off her shorts as fast as possible to get what he wanted, especially when she had been the one coming on like gangbusters. Her skin warmed as he stroked her legs, apparently liking what he saw, but she was glad when he at last came back for a kiss.<br/><br/>"Hey!" she protested softly then laughed as his guitar pick bounced off her chin before she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as her full lips were crushed against his. She was certainly responding to his touch, her body rising to meet his hands, but somewhere in the midst of it she began to feel kind of...guilty. She propped herself back up on her elbows again, her blue eyes looking troubled. "Sean? I'm sorry, you're being so sweet...you took off my shoes!...and I was just mauling you like a raging nymphomaniac. Do you find me very shocking, behaving that way? Because you should know, I have a really good feeling about you. I like you, I do. I think you could be really good for me, and I want you to know that...it's not me just...I don't know...being a grabby hose beast."<br/><br/>She chewed on her plump lower lip, looking a bit vulnerable as she wondered what he would say, her expression insanely alluring when coupled with her tousled flaxen hair and the light streaming through the boathouse window and bathing her bare breasts.<br/>