They noticed her immediately when she made camp near the playful couple in the grass. Her long curvy body and saucy energy had them whispering about her as she patently ignored them… or so they thought.
Peek-a-boo glances began to dart back and forth between the reader and the two observing in sidelong glances, and neither of the couple could quite figure out who she was silently flirting with.
The couple stopped pretending not to look when they both noticed those prominent nipples rising bra-less under the orange dress. The little leg peek-a-boo movements told the hunter girl all she needed to know. When both parties unconsciously licked their lips in separate secreted moments, the game was on.
The woman in orange suddenly packed up to leave and wiggled right past the now drooling couple. In her wake the pair found a business card with an address on the front, a card that they’d seen used as a bookmark earlier.
On the back of the card was this note:
"Interested? Meet me at here @ 9PM. As a couple only. Try me, I dare you. I know you want to."
They would dare. And they would find themselves bound and used and taken to the edge of their orgasmic senses in ways yet unimaginable for them. The word mistress was never spoken, but it might as well have been branded on their haunches.
The kinky filth that this wild siren trotted out would change their view of the carnal world forever.
And yes, she would make it all so insanely and unfathomably desirable that they would never hesitate to come back for more.