<br/><div class="floatright">(http://ris.fashion.telegraph.co.uk/RichImageService.svc/imagecontent/1/TMG9456275/m/diorskin_2301310a.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:09 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane just grinned, a little silly like a kid in a candy store, and let her hands be guided to Thor's bare chest. He was<em>definitely</em>more buff than any of her past lovers, and the novel feel of firm muscle - denser still than that of a human man of the same build - under her fingertips was one she relished. She pinched a blunt nipple with a giggle then resumed her more "serious" explorations, only pausing her sensual mapping to help Thor shrug the tiny straps of her camisole off her shoulders and beneath her breasts.<br/><br/>Underneath, she wore a simple bra of dark blue with a pink naval pattern, complete with ropes and anchors. Jane flushed a bit and laughed at herself.<em>Good day to wear the sailor bra, Jane.</em>Still, embarrassing choice of pattern of no, the bra hugged the curves of her breasts well and bared much of her cleavage to the eye.<br/><br/>Her own gaze was caught by the obvious erection straining Thor's undergarments, and Jane felt a surge of feminine pride that he was already that hard for<em>her</em>. She wanted to touch, but not yet.<em>Might as well have a little fun first.</em><br/><br/>Jane tugged her camisole over and off her head, tossing it away, and shimmied out of her jeans, adding them to the pile of clothes littering the floor. Then she obliged Thor, giving him her best sultry smile as she crawled across the bed and over him, straddling his waist in nothing but her bra and panties. The seductive expression felt totally foreign to Jane, and it wasn't one she could maintain for long, so she giggled again, pressing quick, light kisses to Thor's nose and cheeks.<br/><br/>Her eyes shone with a self-indulgent glee, and her hair fell in soft waves like a curtain over his face. "What do you want?" Jane whispered low, just to hear him say it.