A Trip Down Memory Lane by Amicia Bianchi (good books to read in english .txt) 📖

as my sister's. The flow of words coming through the phone fell on deaf ears as he massaged my feet slowly creeping up my leg.

 

"Mmm," I moaned my approval as my relieved feet sang his praises for his careful attention to their distress after hours of standing and dancing.

 

His answer to that was his signature devilish grin, that always meant trouble, seconds before he slid my white thigh high panty hose down my right leg.

 

I narrowed my eyes in a silent warning for him to stop or else and in challenge, daring him to try something like that again. That was my first mtistake. As I tried to refocus on what my sister was trying to say he disappeared under my dress and it wasn't long before I felt teeth against the inside of my thigh. I gasped, there was just no deterring this man, he resurfaced triumphantly having successfully removed my other stocking. Seconds later he'd gone under once again this time his target was my garter, I was so glad we decided to do this in private I don't know how I would have kept a straight face otherwise.

 

"Oh God help me," I cried as an all too familiar hot tingling sensation started up, "you are the very devil himself, aren't you," I accused breathlessly as he came back up with the garter still caught between his teeth.

 

When he finally dropped it he attempted to go under a third time but I pushed his head back and stood up on shaky legs.

 

"I'm sorry, what happened," I inquired of my younger sister as I turned away from him. My second mistake.

 

"Well..." the rest her sentence was lost when he cut in,

 

"You should take off the dress," he offered making me turn to face him again.

 

"No," at least not while I was on the phone, but there was no telling him that apparently I realized as he advanced.

 

"You're only saying that because you can't unzip it with one hand," he pulled me flush against him, "come on, just let me see what's underneath," he whispered in my ear even as I felt the zipper begin its descent.

 

The dress slid to the floor and I pushed him back onto the bed so I could step out of the dress. He watched silently, taking off his shoes and socks as I placed the dress on the back a chair. The fire in his eyes threatened to let everything go up in flames and as I got closer to him my body's temperature soared. He pulled me toward him and I went willingly,

 

"Hold on, Mar," I told my sister putting my phone down on the bed next to us. He wasted no time, pulling me with him as he leaned back onto the bed.

 

"Mr. Smith, why are you misbehaving so," I asked.

 

"I've behaved all day just so I could get to misbehave as much as I want," the look in his eye told me there was next to nothing that I could bargain with that would change his mind.

 

"Ten seconds. Please, I'll do anything you want," I begged.

 

"You say that as if I couldn't get you to do things otherwise," he rolled us over so he was staring down at me.

 

"Okay Mar what's up?"

 

"Well she's on a table now…"

 

"Who?!"

 

"Grammy Vela, I told you,"

 

"What? Grammy Vela?!" At the same time I said this she was speaking on her end.

 

"Oh! What is-" I heard her say to herself. "Is that what I think is?" She asked someone on her side of the phone.

 

"No…" she groaned, then suddenly, "somebody get those two…yes the children they don't need to see this," she yelled.

 

"What is happening now?" He'd finally stopped since he realized something was wrong he was now laying on one side of the bed and I sat on the other side. We shared a look and give the fact that whatever was going I'd have to tell him about it later I just put my phone on speaker.

 

"She just threw her panties at somebody…"

 

"WHAT?!" We both leaned into the phone.

 

"Ben, go help them get her down… OH MY GOD!" I covered my hand with my mouth. What was going on over there? We exchanged a glance.

 

"What's happening now?" I asked slowly almost to scared to know.

 

"What were you thinking Frankie somebody get some water… FRANKIE! FIRE! CALL 911!"

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