God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her, its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long mirror on the door,

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and had always been excited by it … her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She couldn't even remember … but evidently too long ago, the way she was suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but …!