she stepped into the tiled hallway turned her back to him closed the heavy oak door  turned back around

she was dripping wet

white tshirt

braless

       You were right. It was gonna rain.

he nodded

             Lemme getya a towel

went from the hall into the formal diningroom into the kitchen into the halfbath off it

returned

she was chilled had slipped off her shoes barefoot socks balledstuffed in each shoe

he handed her the towel

Thank you.

Ya betch

           he watched

she daubed her face daubing her eyes cheeks  went to her head  vigorouslytoweled her hair then brusquelyran it down her arms across her chest worked it down her thighs calves  straighteningup she brought the towel overhead regrasped it arms behind her she vigorously toweled her shoulders back  fanny

she tossed him the towel

leaned at the waist

shook her hairran her fingers through it stood upright again

                                                                  Aaah, better.  she smiled large killer dimples

he smiled

    So what you thinking?

You have to ask

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