Cynthia watched him from beneath her lowered lashes.  When he said it felt the attraction too, she tipped her head to the side and raised her eyes to meet his.  "You mean you feel it to? Like I can feel you even when I am not touching you or even looking at you?", her voice very soft, barely a whisper. As his big warm hand engulfed her smaller one, a tingle trailed up her arm to settle in her stomach, where it settled into the soft flutter of butterfly wings.<br/><br/>As they neared the house her feet began to drag, dreading having to face anyone else.  She heaved a big sigh of relief when he told her no one was there but the two of them.  It was bad enough that he had seen her naked, she did not want to have to face anyone else in this state.  She looked for a door but couldn't see one, and when one just appeared before them she took a quick step back, her hand tightening in his.<br/><br/>As they stepped through the door, her eyes widened in amazement.  Her hand still grasped his as she walked a little further into the room, trying to take it all in.  It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.  Her favorite thing in the whole room was the little lamps that looked like trees, forgeting her nakedness momentarily, she traced the tip of her finger over one the trees, marveling at the tiny details.   Her hand slipped from his as she wandered the room, looking at everything, touching this and that as she explored.  Smiling over her shoulder at him she said, "This is even better than the outside."  She turned back to what she was examining, bending over at waist to get a better look, not realizing, that from his point of view, he could see her softly rounded bottom, and just a hint of her puffy lips, as she bent.