Although her heart was pounding from fear and excitement, she nonetheless let Reinhardt bring her out onto the balcony, curled around his arms like a kitten in nothing but her birthday suit.
There he placed her down. The stone floor was cool against her bare feet. The iron railing glowed silver in the moonlight, and a potted plant in the corner sent out a sweet smelling mist.
The wind teased sensually at their naked bodies.
"Turn around," Reinhardt calmly whispered into her ear.
Verdia nodded, slowly, sensually, giving him a full view of her rounded backside and the deep cleft that sloped down her back. Her blonde hair flowed down her back in heavy waves, the moonlight painting her skin in shades of pearl and shadow.
"Bend over the railing," Reinhardt told her.
