She sat up to let him pull the dress away from her shoulders, then quickly pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the dress fall to her waist.
She sat up as straight as she could then, and placed her arms behind her head so he could admire her breasts in the lovely brassiere. After a moment she reached down and took his hands and cupped them around her breasts before placing her arms behind her head again, looking directly into his eyes as she re-began her rocking motion.
“Oh…god… Jane…oh god…” he gasped, fondling her breasts, his thumbs seeking out her nipples through the shining fabric.
Once again she felt the electricity passing between them as their gazes remained locked together. She loved straddling him this way, in a chair, the wine making her feel like a goddess or an angel, some kind of pure incarnation of sexuality.
Without removing her gaze from his, she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, then reached behind herself to unfasten the clasp. The bra seemed to crumple like flower-petals as it fell away under his hands and was dropped to the floor. She arched her back then, bringing her breasts to his mouth, now rocking her hips slowly side
